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from Poetry
we're told to live a life beyond ourselves and what our bodies are
so we struggle with the idea that mortality will in time come to tell use how we failed
and we fear our freedom and what others might do with theirs to reach outside themselves
we struggle through this all and through each day just so we can hold onto some dust
so it asks the question: “are we here to cope with life, or the things of it?”
from Poetry
when we were children they told us to stop looking up,
as if the answers didn't come from up there,
so we gave up on the heavens and, began to look down at our feet.
from Poetry
Finding my skin,
trying to love what I find where and how it is already,
all for who I was and who I will be.
from Poetry
why did I stop midconversation only to let the silence take a hold firmly grabbing onto our transaction?
in this moment the world seems clear as if I could walk through everything transcending to place full of fear only broken by a glass and fork's ding commencing a speech only I can hear.
I do not have the capacity in my lung to breath the words out into the world at least not until that dinner bell is rung.
from Poetry
Some nights you ask me for my help, and I do not know how to offer it, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.
Some days you tell me how you are, and I do not know how to respond, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.
Some morning you tell me how you slept, and I do not know how to make it better, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.
Some afternoons you tell me to come home, and I do not know how I could ever do it, for when I asked you how, long ago, you never answered.