sometimes

only catching a glimpse of this overwhelming beauty when you're drunk enough to dim the staggering brightness of your pain. nothing good gets away. so they say. and i think about being enclosed in some contained environment with her, be it a parked car, rain slamming down on windshield and hood, or a bedroom with our bodies tangled/knotted, loose hair glued to skin by sweat. even surrounded by this planet, committed in a ticking-time-clock of certainty and conclusion. and i think about these things, only so that i can find a little secluded corner of relief in my mind. but it's not much and it's quick.