for someone who was never
meant for this world,
I must confess
I'm suddenly having a
hard time leaving it.
of course they say
every atom in our bodies
was once part of a star.
maybe I'm not leaving.
maybe I'm going home.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
*to say I am my own
is a misunderstanding.
I am not my own.
I have no business living in my body.*
every so often
a soul enters and departs
slipping and evaporating like clouds
and hazy veils of smoke.
the souls tell me who they were
and what they weren't.
I can no longer help them
since their time is up.
no wonder people ask
"what are you thinking about?"
for souls pass through me like doors
and gates left cracked ajar.
*to say I am not myself
is an understatement.
I am emptied.
I hold weary travelers as if they were my own.*
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
before the sun rose
my father would come in
and I
half-awake with
gummy dried tears
let him
hold my hands so that
he'd rub every crick and knot
that came on a very small set
of shoulders that carried the world.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC