Written in 2007.
This is a level of consciousness with which I am no longer engaged, at the moment, Thank Gd. I wonder if others are. Please have faith, if you are.
Not Around
The Universe Is keeping me passive
by forcing me to forget before I forgive.
They are plucking roses from the ground at
the first sign that they live.
My sister is starving
and they’re saying it’s sexy
The boy with the visor walks by and
I’m wondering if his parents are proud of
what he does when they’re not around of
what they don’t see him do.
That he isn’t like me
sucking up to the people in power
That he isn’t like me
keeping himself from breathing
keeping herself from bleeding
around those who struggle from having
fallen down. Relieved when they
are not around.
Afraid of becoming all the pain that i see.
Afraid that they are me.
