in the end, when it is

in the end, when it is
totally over, you always
say to yourself, it can’t
be totally over. i don’t
mean that you have to
get all Steve Roach on
me and suspend time with
manufactured structures,
but at least help me
slice a slit into this
bulletproof ache, loosen
the belt on my
breathing, swap
in the good knees that
could withstand so much



  1. pearlnelson

    Another wonderful poem, y. I love the slice a slit (nice alliteration), loosen the belt on my breathing (boy, does that nail it). Heck, it’s all good. Loved it. Pearl

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