Monday, May 20, 2019




--THIS SHOULD BE A LOT EASIER


Push

I am watching emptiness
move without me,
fluid gray filling
the hollow sockets
like clouds blocking
out the sun. 
How absurd to
think that spirit is actually
mine having left the body
tired of the old bones and
flesh that ensnare me
that keeps me hostage
to a misplaced desire
as if dreaming was a
merciful pardon
for the destitute. 
And I know
what you’re thinking
without even
seeing your expression. 
You’re there on
the bridge with me
both hands on my back
last second before
pushing me off.


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