scabs

Callousness betrays a scar
where once was a point of contact
now grows a buffer, a thickening
around experience, a heavy lens
to divert the light
and bend to a more comprehensable shape
no longer merely what is
but what we want it to have been
or nothing at all

I notice things

I notice things…
like that night
on the beach down south
in the half-moonlight
Our footprints
glowing in the dark
or the not quite dark
as we walked the shoreline
I almost didn’t say anything
since it had nothing to do with
what we were talking about
but on the edge of vision
the wet sand that registered
our footsteps
with a barely perceptible glow
that dissipated into the world
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