In fact- Gregory and the Hawk
“In fact, you even broke my good tape deck.
In fact, I don’t want to be friends.”
i watched the colour return to your cheeks and you weren’t speaking but it was the opposite of silence. the words pooled in our ears and we kept our heads still so the meanings wouldn’t overflow and rain down like tears. i leaned forward to press my palms against my eyelids to watch the different colours mix in the gloom; my own tangerine kaleidoscope distorting everything. i wanted to imagine you replicating these movements so for once we could see the same thing. but i knew you were standing with your eyes wide open, the carpet beginning to weave it’s threads around your bare ankles so you would forever stay like this - frozen in the middle of coming and going. sometimes i think i got to all these places by accident. i told you so many times that i was always running but you stopped listening to my footsteps or maybe i started treading too lightly. we were suspended like this and we poured songs over our dismissal, counting the ones we both knew and leaving all the rest. our hands were heavy with the weight of all our ideas pooling in ink at our fingertips. your words dripped and i drank them in like coffee. i stayed awake thinking of them all night.
