drying out.

I feel like salt herrings today.  My insides twist in the wind.  I am left hanging, a crowd in the air.

I spend moments across the ground, across the concrete, the grass.  I am lifted off of the earth, I am never truly here.  i leave no footprints and no backward glances.   

Today is a day for false fronts, blue skies streaming across icy water.  I rattle together and lean left, I sway with the wind.  I am red fish dangling from a cloud of strings.

so rip me apart.  tear string from string.  grind me into the sand and dirt and rocks of existence. 

someday I'll run.