So I’m working on this monumental drawing outside on my garage and I keep fantasizing that i’m going to turn around suddenly find a huge audience watching me paint.
To Whom It May Concern:
i am afraid i’ve been drinking too much rainwater
and spending too many hours
counting the rivers under my skin.
(this morning i found 43
but i think things have changed
since the last time i checked)
i can’t remember when i stopped praying,
but i know it was sometime after i realized
my body is 60% water and my hair turns to dust
the second it falls and i might do the most good as fertilizer
for a crab apple tree outside my window.
i dug my own grave yesterday.
i filled it with pillows and blankets
and made a fort for myself between humming dirt walls
because nothing feels safer than when i can’t fall any farther.
in one life the average human will walk
a distance equal to five times around the equator
and when i heard that all i could think
is that’s five times i’ll circle
and still get nowhere.