STORY INSCRIBED ON JULY 13

“not every story has a beginning some are told in the dark, some begin at the end of our lives & some end at the beginning of pains” there's a glue that has a name—July 13 strong enough to glue a diving eagle to the sky i hop on Sleepless memories outside my body to watch the sun swims in the ocean i write epitaph too i stand in & watch life through my window bar too as he bird hunts fireflies to lit up his hatchling intestines i, an artist, next to canvas with beautiful painting in mind & Sleepless pain on palette i stand alone in his footsteps to watch the sunset as a man laughs in his children's names, i imagine my father's face like a country buried under my tongue then go home with digested depression in my belly.