One drink wakes it in me –
the reckless storm that ignites in my belly
and spread to my head,
my chest.
Run.
I issue an evacuation order for myself –
a hurricane of stillness gathers on the horizon,
pack a bag and go.
Leave everything you don’t need behind.
Your job –
you’ve always gotten another.
Your home –
you’ve always gotten another.
Your love –
you know you love another.
Everything is undoable,
transit is safety, movement is comfort
stasis is death.
Plastic bags dragged into your throat.
***** water rising in the basement.
Go.
Before you’re too old,
before the cement dries,
wipe it off.
Two drinks crumble it in me –
the recklessness becomes hopelessness.
I’m so tired.
I am sandbags;
heavy, full, put up to weather the storm.
I couldn’t go if I tried.
Heaped on a beach and the water is rising.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
One drink wakes it in me –
the reckless storm that ignites in my belly
and spread to my head,
my chest.
Run.
I issue an evacuation order for myself –
a hurricane of stillness gathers on the horizon,
pack a bag and go.
Leave everything you don’t need behind.
Your job –
you’ve always gotten another.
Your home –
you’ve always gotten another.
Your love –
you know you love another.
Everything is undoable,
transit is safety, movement is comfort
stasis is death.
Plastic bags dragged into your throat.
***** water rising in the basement.
Go.
Before you’re too old,
before the cement dries,
wipe it off.
Two drinks crumble it in me –
the recklessness becomes hopelessness.
I’m so tired.
I am sandbags;
heavy, full, put up to weather the storm.
I couldn’t go if I tried.
Heaped on a beach and the water is rising.
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