--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.