Sam Ruiz

Now is a ship.

i wrote this on june 26th 2010 at 1:40 am.  I must have been sitting at a bar by myself watching Chad’s band play.  (or  else awake in my apartment by myself.)

today, tonight.

this night                               already imprinted

this night

is   two       nights

to you

and             thoughts pressing 

eyelids

while         pulsating    steps

ache     through       feet

that     are 

from here

to already      there.

a word

not left these lips

four hours before

a head        tilted

as     the            weight            

    settles.

smiles

for the                 morning’s    [a]wake.

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