There are bugs in the walls
Turn the lights out
And I can hear them
I sit before the stove
I saw one there
Yesterday
There are bugs in the code
Just beyond the test cases
I can feel them
I wrote one up yesterday
And hit send
They tell me that one was new
Forty more hours
In the space of several thousand
Yes that will be the tipping point...
Shadows crept long across the ground and the fire crackled. Silence filled the space between my eyes.
You hadn’t said anything. Came to the door and asserted without words that I was yours. And I hadn’t protested. Couldn’t even bring myself to meet your gaze.
And that was hours ago. I gathered my will and lifted my chin. I couldn’t tell you whether it was second or hours. Chasing each tend...
I forget how dark the water is early in the morning. It comes with the cold, that cold that seeps first through the skin. Put it out of mind. Breath, calm, slow, full.
Whoosh, slosh, sight, pull. Whoosh, slosh, sight, pull, breath.
Surely, I can touch ground. Damn, not yet. This lost the air of “casual morning swim” some yards back. No, some hundred yards if you were honest.
Whoosh, sigh...
One foot in front of the other
The sun beats down
One foot in front of the other
My lips taste of salt
And my skin complains of friction
One foot in front of the other
One mile goes into another
I left my ability to compute fractions
Somewhere down the last hill
One foot in front of the other
The well was low when I started
Kept refilling from it with disregard
Drink the last sandy drips
Now we di...