—THE FACT THAT I’M ALIVE IS A MIRACLE

twice

i’m waiting

on a

royal flush

or another

a slow rush

patient as a

blind fox

with absentee

teeth / ambitions

and God knows

i shouldn’t

but i keep

listening to

these dark

songs i never

hear coming

each one a

black mirror

with my face

plastered on it

milk carton kid

with orphaned

emotions

but what’s

a boy to do

everyone worries

that i’m

not happy

    enough

not thick

    enough

not savvy

sturdy

correct

porous

    enough

not me

i’m just

your every

day dolt

trying to

straighten

the frame

for a better

pov / aperture

‘cause i’m

never sure

if they’re

right

or wrong

really it’s

hard

to know who

to trust

these days

the I love you’s

and the

I miss you’s

are all so

extroverted /

perverted

if i’m a

pawn

after all

just go ahead

and make

me dance

flip and flop

til my balsa

limbs break off

drop me

in the

closest can

and never

think twice

about it

i’ll be 

fine