December 29
Hey Little Sister
Who pulls the trigger, you or I, in this Shotgun
relationship? Is it more to the point
if you slit my throat or if I slit my own?
I only ask for the sake of expedience, rudeness was never my
intent. I know we both wish this dilemma
resolved with due speed and precision where possible. I am not as concerned with my survival as
much as neatness all around. I hate to
leave you with a mess and I would tuck my tail and go, but I have tried that
before and still we end up here, so let’s end this shall we and hope that there
are better worlds than this to find after we have shattered the sugar egg we
used to live in.
Tend your human ivory
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I AM
I am unloved though most
everyone loves me
I am unwanted though there
are those who stand in line
I am unknown though people
who’ve met me never forget
I am unconscious though I
seem awake
Because today it is about
how I feel not what is real
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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