29.9.07

tonight i wish there were some way to decorate my body. i'm burning with the energy to inscribe words and other glyphs over my toes and knuckles and neck.

the tongue of a paintbrush could connect my moles, freckles, scars, scabs, and wounds, roughly licking my skin until it glowed pink underneath wet new designs. i am afraid i can count the nights i will feel like this on only one hand.

where are you now, when i need you to help me? where were you before?
tonguing my flesh until i am one with the writing on my skin, i call northward and westward on the wind

i convince myself that i am accepting of impermanence if only because it may be remembered in inscription.