thinking- Shannon MacDonald (´19)
September 5, 2018
the holes in my brain,
the crevices and hollows
between my thoughts,
are brimming and spilling
over the top
with something new.
something entirely you.
my head is always fuzzy.
i am consumed with white noise
that feels like your blue eyes
and sounds like your fingers
resting on the crest
of my hip.
all i can see is your voice,
it tangles my words together
into knots and bows.
i am tripping over cats
cradle conversations.
the thought of you knocks
me down and picks me back up again.
but, i dont mind having a head void of thoughts
as long as i can still think of you.