I never get tired of this picture. Each feature a little lost and isolated on that expansive face. She has a halo and a birthday hat; melancholy as a saint, yet unmoved as a child. Not exactly the best motif for me, but I feel peaceful when I look at it. My life is…flabby right now. I’m trying to work with the flab, through the flab, and the are results a little odd. Oh, well.
Every time you say it aloud
your debts fly through you clean
backwards, and you have a hole
in the unmistakable shape
of what you did.
Mine is shaped like a lump,
I don’t know what it is
I didn’t feel it pass through me
I’m gonna say it again
Mine is shaped like the
expensive bathrobe
I got for christmas
after I specifically told my mom
I did not want it.
It is not shaped like yoga lessons,
or babies with earrings
or the appalachian trail
but it will be one day.