not_property_a_dream

version notpropertyadream 07/18/2021 *excerpts 1999-2021 (c) Shannon Heather Runion/ not_property_a_dream To become a woman is to slip into the night forever. Forgotten. The blackness between stars lingers around the hollows of lost hope. The night, a place of wonder, a place where a girl once dove into the caverns of the creative unconscious, a woman cannot go. I know I am not plain but a monotonous orbit surrounds me. A pack of cigarettes, a growing crack on the wall, a soul of simple subjects taking on complicated roles. I must be an alien reporting from within my own skin a foreign universe again and again intimately infinite a gaping hole where everything ought to be yet somehow it has always been with wings or not taught or lost simple and forgotten complicated and tossed into waves places nestled between us and selves unlock the answers we find again that patter that reminds us of a song no matter how long the journey we are always unwinding t...