Scales + Winter

“her warm laughter saying nobody is ever betrayed, darling, nobody ever dies.” - Being Geniuses Together pg 340

Weighted scale that clangs heavy on the table with tragedy and shock. Heavy so that nails break and splinter trying to pry the plate up from the wood. Gouges in the table top where the desperation is pooled. Then one morning, across the table the air moves around the neck of the scale, the chains sway, and the plates sit level again. There is a calm call of the daylight, gentle so that we may sit at the table again. Living around the scale without the anticipation or expectation of anything other than what is on the table now. Living with no mind towards the weighty plates, paying no homage for we remember now the pointlessness in asking.

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Winter thoughts:
Grass that cracks beneath our shoes
White gray scaled tone of the world outside
Frigidness between where we are the warmth of where we will be
Standing watching my breath waiting for a walk signal
Scabbed piles of snow over the curbs onto the lawns