I give a lot of importance
to life lessons
started keeping mine in my pocket
on a list — handy
yesterday I defeated myself
by doing number 17
tomorrow I’ll falter again
but this time it’ll be 18
I give a lot of importance
to life lessons
started keeping mine in my pocket
on a list — handy
yesterday I defeated myself
by doing number 17
tomorrow I’ll falter again
but this time it’ll be 18
today i threw away food
from someone else’s table
they’d stepped away for a bit
back in another minute
walking away, I grated my teeth
to stop feeling about it
I thought maybe the book would help
but it’s the same all over again
have you ever felt
the grand performance lapsing?
like a towel being wrung out
but still soaking wet
unmoored from familiar life
floating in a different space
while others go on watching
now interested in the goings-on, now distracted by something else
disposing of your feelings
will be a problem
that hole you’ve dug so carefully
won’t hold ‘em all
pouring in absence won’t help
too far gone now
absorbed into your blood
they will rise to your skin
and redden your face
always at the wrong fucking moment
each moment spent
every movement made
is an attempt to leave
an impression—
breath disturbing air,
touch displacing things.
in the end
only memories;
and frozen time
forever out of reach.