Aug 31, 2017
"What are you doing here". and what am I ever doing anywhere?
In places like these?
in a town like this?
There are ants that have taken up residence underneath the first layer of my skin and they are not pleased,
they are not kind to the ideas of staying still for any longer than a few moments and
more warm to the act of entering like a desert duststorm, being everywhere and stretched thin,
particles invading your lungs and burning embers in your throat
but never lingering longer than an hour,
only occuring long enough for you to remain mesmorized by the storm.
