Monday, August 3, 2020

the scarecrow

i'm used to watching life peel away
its layers and reveals its innards.
    it can be the warm cadence of some
    beating heart,
or the swollen salivary
    glands of someone or something
    with a larger appetite for living 
than i've ever known.

    all the same, i watch. 

but i do even
    more than that.
    i mean that i exercise
my beliefs into existence.
    i mean that i rode the fucking
    elliptical all the way to
God's front porch every day
    for 13 years just to limp home
    with mosquito bites and
more questions.

    and it's better that way,

because if i saw that fuck
    i would thank him for thrusting
    me into a life of longing over
things controlled by the same
    forces that stop me from 
    skating on lily pads or being
    hanged from the moon 
or laughing over all of this 
with someone else.                                                                                                               

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