Dead ends still float along beside me
Vague, they crawl up my back
To rest on my shoulder…
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Dead ends still float along beside me
Vague, they crawl up my back
To rest on my shoulder…
I’ve been out in the world and here at home and surely annoying everyone even as my heart dissolves into hot steam and I still question everything and I still need and I still need things I can’t say and I’ve been trying to write but I’m still alive anyway and the other side feels so strangely home today like a black hearth that’s still just warm enough that I can’t feel any chill but I survived one more day and I’m alive.
I love this name of mine,
This name of no other;
This name I can’t — won’t! — kill
Just to satisfy…
I’m a ghost, haunting on stolen time
I’m surviving tonight
I’m training myself on inhibition defeat
How much drugs to kill the resistance?
I left my shoes behind when my feet got stuck in the asphalt
I had to leave them behind when I walked right into this mess that I didn’t see
Clear tides are hiding nothing tonight
Swirling about my feet
Rising past my ankles
Then tickling my knees
Slowly
…
I’m supposed to go home
But it’s so much work
It’s so far upstream
And I’m already so tired
…
A little more time
A pause
Life on hold
Pause, pause, pause
Many breaths
With enough breaths
A day has passed
And death is once again
As it should be
Reviled
September 1 – 4, 2025
Often, we just need to wait it out.
Behind the wheel, keeping my eyes on the road
somehow lowers shields around my mind.
As I drive the comfort of familiar grey,
you’re able to sneak inside,
creeping on tippy-toes without a sound.
Every success, invigorating;
Every hug, affirming…
Some days it’s a bridge
Some days it’s a rainbow
Whatever it is today…