Idols

I know it’s been too long.

But this isn’t named ‘In The Interim’ for nothing. I haven’t had a moment.

Tonight I’m making an exception to write. Just a little.

             I D O L S

There’s a beat. Twice. Thrice.

You know that chocolate syrup that hardens over icecream? A car crash?

Crack.

If I could draw a picture, I’d show you how I feel it at the bullseye of the target. An apple.

You know that the word ‘stunning’ is so true? Even faceless, voiceless, I find myself stunned. A human is never perfect they say. But what when their imperfection is perfection? Thud. A heartache and a serenade.

I’m dizzy. It drowns my head and fills the crevices and I feel it still.

I feel. Yet, I’m grounded and I know it’s not perfect. He’s not perfect. He’s human. He’s me, and he’s real, no dream.

Then I find myself dreaming.

I take a spoonful and wish the melting stops. Remember how that was yesterday.

It rings. My ears and the chimney weeps.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be Cinderella.