Bring Out Your Dead
I need to love
To love myself no matter what my shape or where my stars
I love myself openly, unabashedly, I laugh out loud
I enjoy my life right now
I have found the elusive moment & somehow can
Catch it once in awhile
Ride it woo hoo!
I can return it & say thank you
I need another life –
You can have this one back.
I thought it my forever job – the one where
All the people just pour thru the door
They ask questions, they leave stuff behind
I don’t guard it unless I know them –
I just put it in the lostnfound.
The weeks roll by like spokes in the wheeling month
My bespoke time of excited change
All deflated – the balloon already cut up
Shreds gathered into cans.
No communication. I holler down the well
It echoes back – “Nothing new here either!”
Cutting loose busily, tongue caught
In the corner of my mouth
I saw away. Thought these were better scissors!
But it doesn’t matter. The right is coming toward me.
The movement into light & love is just before me
I am free from hindrance or unlove.
I do this because I love you enough to let you go
With a blessing instead of a kick.
You want to pick it apart,
Figure out my life & what I do you want so much.
You want my job? Here you are. You have it!
I’ll find my way without it for a bit.
Oh, good luck. I had my own kinda logic
But it’s like my handwriting; nobody but me understands.
You can’ understand how far ‘in’ is
When I say you’re in for it.
Time moves too fast along the things we want – the
Shoreline changes & we enjoy a moment.
The Doldrums hit, time slows down, the clock-hands
Take forever for one rotation.
We are dizzy with how it starts to smell rotten.
This is a familiar pattern: I ride it well
Accustomed to the ups & downs
I tell myself I like it – & in a way, I do.
I find my boundaries again, my spark returns
I start something new, that wants me to be around.
This where I am is judgmental: exactly what it is not to be.
But I hang onto the thorns until I cut myself down.

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