Lane 40
In the parking lot
Vulnerable
as only concrete
will break my
Fall
Shatter the scraps
barely visible to
the eye
We cry on
our own shoulders
carrying boulders
with the threads
that were veins
now dry as the emotions
flooding 73
since the Sewers
have overflowed
We look down on
the path we’ve somehow
carved onto our
Skin
from our chins
to our waists
I Need to Taste You again
Take a second
to take it in
motionless as we
Stop
and see if
what we’re
holding onto is
still
Beating
or fleeting like
the faces
in the Mirror
that still haven’t been
cleared of the
crimes and sins
tossed in bins
that are left
out front to
Rot
We butter our
toast with
“I can’t believe it’s not butter”
and wonder why
we can’t seem to
digest our
Substitute Stability
and just be
Healthy
Strong
but still
We Belong.
WE BELONG
