One-A-Day

tangents lead nowhere and soak up so many tocks of the clock that one cannot ever get again. i ache for you, tangential love. only a theory whose probability is more than "never" but still questionable. why is tomorrow such a duplication? i must change today to prevent the future from living in my reflection. She'd built up this idealized expectation, this idea that dramatic moments in life grew into the same opuses that they did in films. So it is regrettable, then, that her attempt to create a poignant visual "moment" fell flat without the requisite filmmaker's entourage. Sally's scene, as it were (within her head), saw her taking up scissors in a shaky hand and taking bold strokes with the least possible boldness. Her hand wavered and carefully cut her hair -- its color unimportant -- at the same length, best she could tell. I want you. Not just in spite of, but because of the chaos you promise. you're a hurricane i follow for ...

i pursue you with the single-mindedness that fills a solitary creature driven by such a deep hunger that necessity propels it forward. no need to consider collateral damage, no time. no consideration for a simple thing like future and consequence. (Write a fictional biography about a protagonist whose descendent authored it. As the story advances, the account is more colored by personal bias.)

who has time to consider      collateral damage when   the catastrophe's already              unfolding? ... Who has time to think on    future & consequence when present circumstance is so much more compelling.