Ms kitchen sink
Miss sinking ship
Miss shipment of sickness
you missed the stop sign this morning.
You miss it every morning.
Too busy undoing yourself
Trying to undo the hurt tied to the sole of those shoes you love so much
Those too tight shoes you had to get so you’d feel new
And that pride
Cuz Nobody can tell you nothing is written on the inside of your skin
cuz your mouth holds lava ready to destroy Towns
Ready to weed out whatever opportunities left to smile
It’s been a while
Miss middle child
Still pinning for love in the between spaces.
Still scratching to that itch
Only ripping the skin
The lonely hasn’t quite yet settled in
Only gets bigger
and bloated over
You say everything just by running
by the clickety clank of broken feet.
Boy it’s loud
Loud like your mamas words and the absence of her
Didn’t quite get over the memories
Boat couldn’t last the sea of nightmare
So you claw away at your root
At the branch
at the very leaf of your joy
trickling down into dust and ash
covering your fingers pointed
outward like a lions roar
Miss long fingers
miss everybody did it to me except me
miss I can’t understand why this room of mine is cold
and why this voice of mine is hoarse
and why this feet of mine is soar…
got all amnesia
forgetting how you walked yourself here
how you slapped the hands reaching for you
how you yelled at the horizon of last night
told it to stop reminding you of what you
a flash back.
a ray of sun dimming out into the stars…
just a figment of your own imagination
do you realize who you are?
have you stood in yourself yet?
yourself is waiting
has been waiting to embrace you
long since you passed the stop
sign this morning.
Won’t you stop?
Won’t you please stop?
Love is waiting to tell you
God is planning to tell you
that you don’t have to run any longer.
That your dripping faucet
can be fixed…
(c) R W 2012