it is the poet
who is brought to tears
by the sight
of flowers dying
in a vase
Tag: mortality
night spreads
everything
ceases to be
as sure as
night spreads
from beneath
old trees
still with eyes
were you to die
I would do everything I could
to hold onto them
the twins
and I need to believe that
the way I need to believe
in the certainty of Spring
cut away
with the exception of the episiotomy
i was given during the birth of my twins
no one has ever taken a scalpel to me before
not one surgery
or major procedure ever needed to be performed
until today
.
when a small mass
was removed from the muscular calf
of my left leg
after being administered a local anesthetic
.
a minor thing
i should feel lucky
it isn’t more
.
possibly cancer
possibly nothing
possibly
my payback
for dumbassed teenage tanning bed gore
the pathologist is soon to issue a report
having been a mortician
i thought i was so fucking hardcore
able to stand the sight of anything
but as i undressed tonight
to find the bandage had come off beneath my pant leg
i was unprepared
for the cauterized sight of the hole
for nausea
the room suddenly spinning
cold sweat
and my body crashing to the floor
when i saw a piece of myself cut away
and death standing patiently in the bedroom door
i don’t fear dying
but i am horrified at the thought
of my leaving my sons alone
in this cruel world
we humans have felt
out of control
for so many revolutions of the planet
our coping skills
have evolved into chemicals
concocting poison
for every pest found bothersome
be they insects
stains
headaches
or other humans
we kill the source of our irritation
now the innocent bystander bees
are falling too dead to feed us
but never fear
after the comet comes
when every human footprint
has been filled
with fire and ash
the earth will surely shrug
clock out
now that it’s work is done
then go down to the corner bar
to have a drink with the sun
overdues
the only thing
that scares me about death
is no longer
being able
to read books