Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Dirt Off Your Shoulder

i take something dead off of me
it’s still attached to the living parts 

skin. 
and so i pull.  the resistance is pleasurable to me.

don’t ask why. 
i couldn’t have it on me anymore.  that’s all. 

i just couldn’t. 
anymore.  that’s all. 

one day, i hope to look back on this whole thing
and wonder: 

what on earth was i so worried about? 
anymore.  that’s all. 

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