goosebumps

i was sitting in a public bathroom stall; the kind where they go all the way down the walls in rows, lots of them, like shiny teeth. the hygienic paper they provide to place on the seat, two under my thighs. i couldn't go, the lights were too bright, maybe. it was probably that terrible jason mraz song coming out of the speakers or the smell of cheap soap.

you were out there at the bar, i was probably drunk, on the brink of sad and lonely, or something, whatever it is any of us call it on a day to day basis. i was thinking of a quote i had heard in some film a few days ago, it was written on my brain with a chewed up black bic pen: "you are of no consequence". five words. i was trying to grasp this feeling; an infants tiny-handed moon-grasp, like it was some beach ball they could grab. you know? impossible. you are of no consequence. this must be what everyone is wanting, i thought, sitting there. it's a secret, i guess, but i don't mind telling.

i cried a little, meditating on a life free of weights that aren't yours to hold, or honor and expectation, or the heart and mind being capable of holding on to one free, lovely thing like crying from reading a book or the best god damn kiss you've ever had for more than five minutes, when the earth hums to you instead of the exact sum weight of all our shoulders in pounds. maybe it was that fucking bright lighting, i just wanted the fluorescent inside me instead of out, i wanted my veins numb and brain quiet. what i wanted was to go outside and tell everyone i saw that they were of no consequence, no consequence at all, ever. i closed my eyes and got up, looked in the mirror and washed my hands, nothing accomplished, nothing different, i walked back and ordered a shot and an ice cold beer, i never told you a thing.


you are of no consequence.  

9 comments:

Stacey said...

i love this, ever so much

KERRY said...

thank you to deaths

Alexandra said...

This is so beautiful.

DJ Berndt said...

this is beautiful. it's hard but also more beautiful to live in a world where you have to assign meaning to things and people on your own.

wiredwriter said...

damn good

KERRY said...

wait, what.

karissa said...

i saw your poem on dark chaos and now can't stop reading your blog. amazing.

KERRY said...

gah,thankyousomuch

rollerfink said...

(you are) (this is) of consequence