am i condemned to making the same mistakes over
and over again?
i don't seem to have a very good grasp of my own
am i seeking a static peace, a quiet vibration,
white noise acclimation?
moving forward--who wants
that? all progress leads to death.
regression, on the other hand, is warmer and
more easily accessed.
how can you tell if the choice you've made is
good or bad?
the past often looks better than the present to
which i've condemned myself.
i once took it on faith that me is who i was
supposed to be
so i kept creating evidence to support that
now i'm not so sure, licking the wound just
keeps it open,
and when something nudged my toe today in the
i half hoped it was a shark because being
eaten alive is at least honest.
but it wasn't, or maybe it was; it just swam
off. the sun kissed
my pale skin, burned with promise, a flabby and
eyes closed, i swim and breathe and float, the