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a day ate me up,
left me spittle on its lips.
and just think how many calories were served stuffed in my heart.
Strike three
I tense
Waiting for my teammates
To each take a swing at me
I miss the last swing
I began the beating
so their words would not pierce first
I looked up
My friends face lit up
Her warmth filled my spirit
Til I would be able to swing again
A beautiful smile, intoxicating laugh.
Dark fears, suffocating thoughts.
You’re scared to go home, dads drinking again.
How many more punches can you take to the face till that smile breaks?
What a fool
We are for this life
Every day
Is a new day
Things change
People change
In a blink of an eye
Time goes by
And we don’t even know it
Who knows if any of us
Know what we’re doing
Or who we are
I wonder what keeps us all going
I think about all of it
And maybe I’m crazy
But I wonder
About everything
realizing that life
isn’t getting everything
you want, but
instead, getting what’s
enough, what’s acceptable
because nobody gets
what they want.
getting what you
want, might be
a moral failing.
Sipping a slurpee, Coke-flavored,
in the heat of an evening
true to late spring,
is a feeling fully savored.
It’s humid enough to melt
the motivation from your frame,
but the drive gives a longer aim.
Roads wrap the distance, a belt
of sun-baked concrete.
Windows and glasses block
too little light – don’t talk
about sunburn or you’ll meet
red skin the next morning.
In my cupholder, bliss
to last me 2 more hours: this
frozen syrup blessing.
Can still feel
insides rot away
as foreign objects entered.
Can still hear
a serpents’ tongue
bruise nonexistent confidence.
Can still see
darkness
through a satin pillowcase.
Can still taste
the lips of a first
that shouldn’t count.
Can still remember tears.
Can still remember confusion.
Unable to remember answers.
The moon came up
Rode a rough trail
Through a gravel bed
Of stars
Cries of the insect world in darkness
Beyond the boundary of caring
Oppressive beating wings, like fever
Smothered flames, smoke
And the lights are clearer
Shall I wish on you
Or curse
I offer stony silence
My separateness
My nakedness
You touch the pulse of God
As blessing
While I suffer
dazzily I lay in this pond
