so i stare at tigerskin again and feel
the complete, woven silence that warms my bare shoulders
with its fingertips, reborn from banging glitter and punching voices.
it was air-conditioning and boredom
making our hair oily and flaky and our skin dry and erupted.
it was dull thuds of impatience to see familiarity yet
bright clamours of longing to see infamiliarity.
eye-burning brightness flew in from the windows and
the minutes snaked down along with reality.
chewing gum, declaring chocolates, struggling to lift baggage,
then gathering at the door like roughly contained globs of different emotions.
relief, expectancy, grief, desire, disappointment:
it was all gushing around inside of us as fatigue
drilled black holes under our eyes and forced cotton into our heads.
hugs which clambered around the airport
and tears which quivered in the eyes,
it was speckled beats of the heart speaking again,
then more hugs from the people i had tried
to hug for three weeks, sometimes succeeding.
it's an eighteen hour life of knives coated in red
tiredness, dejà-vu and more than one eiffel tower smile.
written: Friday 8th October 2004, 11:01pm.
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