for Denel Kessler
i am a persistent pain in the ***
too many of you lost at sea
big gray dots marking the disappearance last sighted
some in absentia
hiding real absence,
behind a teacher’s X
as someone calls out present,
for you
so still marked “here”
periodically message them to inquire where and why
they’re keeping their talent warm & selfishly to themselves
should know better than to send selfish
my “just me, checking in” message every more than twice
cause then they reply
with tales that render me into stupid stillness
that cards can deal such bad hands
when you are already
all in
so-passing along a message from
Madame Kessler via a
persistent dude
to you
she, after enduring 11 weeks of hurricanes, followup floods and
other unnamed unnatural events; sequentially called “Job”
she tells you this:
“Feel free to let others in the circle know I think of them often and appreciate all the hands reaching out. It's just all a little much and I'm hanging in the best I can”
so now posted, duty done, perspective slapped
and we who write of pain and life as if
we knew of what we speak
should start over
6/2/18 1:39pm
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
for Denel Kessler
i am a persistent pain in the ***
too many of you lost at sea
big gray dots marking the disappearance last sighted
some in absentia
hiding real absence,
behind a teacher’s X
as someone calls out present,
for you
so still marked “here”
periodically message them to inquire where and why
they’re keeping their talent warm & selfishly to themselves
should know better than to send selfish
my “just me, checking in” message every more than twice
cause then they reply
with tales that render me into stupid stillness
that cards can deal such bad hands
when you are already
all in
so-passing along a message from
Madame Kessler via a
persistent dude
to you
she, after enduring 11 weeks of hurricanes, followup floods and
other unnamed unnatural events; sequentially called “Job”
she tells you this:
“Feel free to let others in the circle know I think of them often and appreciate all the hands reaching out. It's just all a little much and I'm hanging in the best I can”
so now posted, duty done, perspective slapped
and we who write of pain and life as if
we knew of what we speak
should start over
6/2/18 1:39pm
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