Monday, July 3, 2017

rejection mind.

i feel pierced by my being sorry, so i
must really be sorry.

while your parents were divorcing, without
your consent,
i was jumped by several guys at once

being unable
to distinguish

one
from the other

all of their masks scared me.

and it stayed that way
forever.
inner-child loving me
is not enough, especially. that comes

after accepting there are no cures.

sound of a balloon. of a recorder. my dog
panting as he guards me. cancelling field trips.

there's clearly something to excavate here.
i'm sure it's something i have to
allow my teeth to fall out over.