#119 i was getting ready to wrap myself up in the holes in your voice but you were gone

i made my way through crowded streets and a million voices i couldn’t understand it was the mystery and melancholy i had seen in a painting soon i turned into darkness and a stone archway was lit by candlelight behind it a flea market and a woman at a table with a single, oddly-shaped container smiled i knew what was inside but i dared not look she opened it for me and i could not look away bhagiti 8.16.07 perrysburg, oh