Staying

Everyone has words

regarding the grandeur 

of love. I don't claim 

to be an expert

but is it not simply

staying when simplicity

is extinct? 

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The DJ said he could get

me through the week 

with overplayed tunes. 

But does he not know

that weeks are situated 

between overplayed weekends

and weak beginnings. 

Perhaps the only 

ending I will see is when 

I close my eyes with finality. 

Holding On

I put all my eggs in one basket

just as they advised against. 

But what is one to do when 

there's only one 

basket accessible? 

Should I have placed the proverbial

eggs in my pocket

or perhaps a hole? 

Yes, it dropped.

But cracked shells 

and brokenness

also occur when you hold on

too tight.

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I had forgotten that happiness

smells a lot like sudden rain.

During droughts

one often forgets that feeling

of water dangling 

at the end of fallen 

curls. Such a shame that only dry

ground caught my smile. 

There was no warning 

to harvest the remaining 

moments. Now all is brittle,

all is starving. 

Sick Day

I told my boss I was sick 

And she asked what it was. 

It's a condition with symptoms 

of running away,

pushing away,

lots of aways. 

Then you hold 

on to people,

hold on to memories,

lots of holding. 

I wanted to tell the truth 

but they normally don't grant

days off for hands shaking

with rage and fear

or throats sore

for screaming truths

and lies. 

It's the flu

I spoke,

scratched voice 

wobbling phone.