I carry this pit
With me everyday
Sometimes it's in my
Stomach
My back
My neck
The bottoms of
My feet
The back of my
Mind
It never goes
Away
It just moves
It seems to grow
Barbs when my
Thoughts shift
To it
As they usually
Do seemingly
Out of nowhere
Sometimes early
In the morning
Or late at night
Depending on how
You look at things
I can feel the pit
In mid transit
Looking for the
Discarded trash and
Snapped twigs of
A new nest
A new perch to
Take up residence
There is no point
To the pit
It is absurd
Because it exists
It is the
Materialization
Of all the
Rejected submissions
Sideways glances
Passing snickers
Passive aggressive emails
Shelves of unread books
Dust bunnies in the corner
Creaking of floor boards
Board meetings
Clenching of teeth behind
Closed lips
The fading din of a
Conversation as you
Enter the room
Obelisks of junk mail
That choke the
Arteries of the earth
Lies that canoe through
Your teeth into
The sea of
Pointless small talk
Time
A peach rotting
In a ceramic bowl
In a watercolor kitchen
Until the only thing left
Is the pit
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
I carry this pit
With me everyday
Sometimes it's in my
Stomach
My back
My neck
The bottoms of
My feet
The back of my
Mind
It never goes
Away
It just moves
It seems to grow
Barbs when my
Thoughts shift
To it
As they usually
Do seemingly
Out of nowhere
Sometimes early
In the morning
Or late at night
Depending on how
You look at things
I can feel the pit
In mid transit
Looking for the
Discarded trash and
Snapped twigs of
A new nest
A new perch to
Take up residence
There is no point
To the pit
It is absurd
Because it exists
It is the
Materialization
Of all the
Rejected submissions
Sideways glances
Passing snickers
Passive aggressive emails
Shelves of unread books
Dust bunnies in the corner
Creaking of floor boards
Board meetings
Clenching of teeth behind
Closed lips
The fading din of a
Conversation as you
Enter the room
Obelisks of junk mail
That choke the
Arteries of the earth
Lies that canoe through
Your teeth into
The sea of
Pointless small talk
Time
A peach rotting
In a ceramic bowl
In a watercolor kitchen
Until the only thing left
Is the pit
