Too Much to Swallow, This
Darkness, falling like a gavel,
bruising the day's limp petals.
This is me on the verge of extinction,
a character from a parable,
who keeps sandpaper in his pocket,
squeezing the exercise ball
until everything touched
crumbles in a death grip.
Once home, my defeats rise like hosts to greet me,
photos with cracked frames, brass pots collecting dust,
atheism nipping at my heels like a starving puppy.
I light a cigarette, my first in six weeks.
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