"Those were hard things for me to come by, and I offer them to you for what they may be worth." - Toby Wolff



Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Killer Argument

The way we scream,
as if louder is a jackhammer
to the ears.

Our faces, red with effort...
no longer recognizable
as shadows pass across rocky features
now so jagged sharp.

We have surrendered everything to anger,
fueled its fire with inattention
to what really matters.
...surely not this mountain
on which we may now die!

Murder is not worth being right.
Let's cease fire
before our small lives
are etched in stone
above a grave.

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Slow Fade

I'm remembering the good times
sweeping others under the rug.
It seems wrong to mourn in anger
to say goodbye in hate
because there will never be another chance to do it over.

Your bones now make their presence known 
through the skin you've worn 
so reluctantly it was painful
to watch you reject your human form.
There's no dignity to be found now
even if you wanted it
but you ask for a mirror
smile into it, meeting an old friend.

Today you were so sweet to me.
I ran and hid my knives
locked away my guns and my grudges,
even knowing they will pick the lock
and find their freedom again
just in time for your funeral
where I will wear guilt as the color black
hating myself for hating you
while you disintegrated.