The Sound of Hula Hoops…

… sounds like love and sounds like a long time and sounds like the pause button sticking. It sounds like fear of a day never ending. All the tiny beads falling sound like my inabilities laughing at me.

It sounds like all the projects gone wrong, and all the imagined friends wandering away. It sounds like typewriter keys left unstruck and long beautiful summer evenings, ignored. It sounds like a missed sunset.

The sound of Hula hoops shimmering on the deck sounds like teardrops and longing and the shortest distance away from myself into someplace, I don’t know where.

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