Two Seconds

[ToSaltTheSoilTurnsTheSun]

Two seconds

 

to talk about where you were 

 

when you went without. 

 

Nothing in your undertone.

 

Your voice...is flat.

 

Voice is flat and still, driving pain calmly home

 

like a bullet wound, broken bones.

 

Blue, smothering, concrete and glass,

 

poured in stolen homes. 

 

What you went without. 

 

Stories, cameras. Grass in hand. 

 

Where you were. 

 

Your rumors are bruises

 

Just keep calm in the movies. 

 

Run the aisles

 

I 

 

love confusion. 

 

Two seconds.