It’s about forgetting
what’s beyond your few feet of space.

Does it make you laugh? Think? Cry?
Cringe gripping the armrest of your seat?

let each day decide what’s best for a broken beast

like me, like anyone shackled to one existential crisis

or another. why choose breath when the murderer

wraps his meaty garrote around your throat?

last time I wrote you an engagement poem
a celebration of the possible

I might as well have sung a ballad
while I shoved you down the stairs

or emblazoned your photograph