Up in the night now
Not having written in a while
Lifting off like I used to
Listening to the wind howl
Around the side of the building
Outside
And remembering
How I always write
About myself
Sweating
Because I ate too big
Of a dinner
Before bed
It’s always
I, I, I
Me, me, me
Even though everything I read
In the spiritual books
Stacked on my nightstand
Says that “I”
Am just an illusion
And “I”
Should just let go
But it’s hard
To let slip through my fingers
Like sand
The solid form
That society has sold me
On cementing and stacking
Ever since my earliest memories
Of hope for love
And fear of never being enough
See, it’s only up in the night
Like I am now
That I’m ever honest
Which is not to say
I lie on purpose during the day
It’s just
I don’t know
I am losing the magic now
I must
Lay my head back down
I have been awake too long
And here I go
In the middle of the night
Writing all about
I, I, I
Again
March 18, 2022 at 01:41PM