Junk Sick and Fruit Bowl of Soft Oranges with Barcode Stickers
For Rich
The past week was draining
I want to explain
It’s difficult to understand because you were and are
I get it now the energies in each
Opposite directions I look at you and it consumes him like Sunday
Was consuming, but you know this—I bring it up because it sets the context,
the loss, the tone that’s why I left on Monday.
I ought to proceed warily slowly but clearly
The risk of getting choked up a week ago was inspiring
Imagine leaving that— parts that work.
I used to think of my hands--- driving back, then
disappearing again. That hotel room in Arizona for starters
You want to move on with life—
That stays with me I’m dysfunctional at last
It is difficult to feel my last therapy session
Was consoling but precarious—so much on that question,
Other days – not so much
Because of the personal content another mild earthquake in June
Watching you put the ripened bananas in the freezer
The old light bulbs leaking a kind of mercury I had wanted to go
The scissors had blue handles and were sharp
The two hit me hard on Monday
I am so full of bullshit
Even I’m surprised to hear this