I was so mad
I forgot to be all my sad
survival gremlins work fast
packed most of it up
behind my back
stowed it in the attic
in a dust-draped corner
next to a heap of tangled wires
and a vintage Smith Corona
and now I see
your name permanent, on repeat
a cardboard Sharpie-scrawled
nonlinear timeline
stacked precarious
I keep questioning
why I'm up here
when I crack boxes
they siphon me in
to a grip of whys and ifs
that pin me horizontal
I think I like it
when they topple
pointy perpendicular assault
trying to impale inside
and paper cut
so pulpy marrow
can pry its way back
into my hollow bones
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
I was so mad
I forgot to be all my sad
survival gremlins work fast
packed most of it up
behind my back
stowed it in the attic
in a dust-draped corner
next to a heap of tangled wires
and a vintage Smith Corona
and now I see
your name permanent, on repeat
a cardboard Sharpie-scrawled
nonlinear timeline
stacked precarious
I keep questioning
why I'm up here
when I crack boxes
they siphon me in
to a grip of whys and ifs
that pin me horizontal
I think I like it
when they topple
pointy perpendicular assault
trying to impale inside
and paper cut
so pulpy marrow
can pry its way back
into my hollow bones
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