I'm crazy about you, in that I'm sure
you set up my day so I can endure
you correct me and guide me, to take on the world
it's easier with roadmaps that aren't so ****** twirled
pretty sure I would stagger, when I walk out the door
but with your wise guidance, I'm ready for more

Brian Hill - 2020 # 166

For years I stayed through his ****, a compulsive liar, selfish, demanding, always too serious
But i loved him all the same,
Now I stand alone, left in the cruelest way possible.
Ruined before, now ruined even more.
The drugs won him over and now the drugs help me cope.
I was lost with a road map.
Now even that's been burned and I can't see which way is up.
I guess I'll just keep staying, waiting on forever.

My body is a roadmap
Dotted with state lines and stretch marks and red arrows pointing to You Are Here.
There are scars like flags crossing my arms claiming gripping holding fast to this
Earth this life
Highways that lead nowhere
Train tracks that click clack against my ribcage
Cars that rumble in my brain.
Exhaust fumes fogging thoughts.
My body wears these hills on my chest like rugged territory unstaked unstated these weight plateaus like failure flatlining against the horizon.
My body is untraveled unfolded uncreased
These eyes like lakes see depth from new perspective dipping fresh into cool clear vision.
These legs like rivers cut through worlds rushing hard and fast
This head like boulder
steady and stoic even with anxiety
quaking through my core.
My body is a roadmap.
I seek only adventures within.