Hard as a rock

I fall to my knees

and wish to never see

again the look

on mother’s face

when pleading at the table,

“I will follow you,

I do.”


To sink lower

into the ground

my face has discovered


awaiting the voice of a God

and some other man

I’d never wish to meet–

perhaps I’ll be him instead,

stand tall and relax

my shaky pores,

opening up into the all-florescent

light to omit a single,

unwanted presence:


pressing its face on my nerves.


August 19, 2014


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