Saturday, December 19, 2020

Expiry Date

I want so much for us as I wake this morning

wordless--moving only heart, breath 

surprised at how steadfast


for much goes missing all the time: plans or

a present or something that lies, dead

as a future kindness unsaid.


I lose my sense of self, my words; I have

become that one actor who played 

that part in that one movie--


Do you remember? How much bigger could I 

have been, how much bigger my role, 

my words trawl empty


yet full of yearning; and errant words return

sad, humble. I need an army--an armor--

...I'm too numb to concede


our decline of tenderness, as every sign of 

bitterness witnesses us forward,

begrudges us to a deadline.


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