the affair

i grow weary of
blurry faces
forgotten names
and dates

my pockets heavy breaking
with stories of
random places
where we did
what we did

bored with my own
re-tellings
too tired from
all the running
and using
and accumulating of numbers

i awake now these days
to a warehouse of
forklifts moving cargo to the sides
the immensity of this space
being cleared
not to refill with many
but with
one
(or so my dreams seem
to be repeating)

keys in my hands
the exhaustion
of the past
receding
and eyes re-focusing
there are only doors to open.

i know this world
and what i can take from it
i know this world
because i have well lived in it
many beauties have been known
and
i know this world
because i have stolen cheated
deceived and misled
my way into moments
that meant so little
i know this world
and what it has to offer
because freely have i taken from it...

and now i know of this world
just how
beautiful
this thing i lied and said i didnt want
(but always did)
oh so truly
is.


kim thompson. wed. 27 jan. 2012 14.36 seoul. s. korea