Poetry | Art

I Could

A poem, unresolved and suffering

Dybbuk, by Doodleslice 2024

I am Spain
You are a garden
I am France
You are the legislature
I invade
You make policy
I corrupt
You till
I subsidize
We are overrun
With rabbits
All the pretty bulbs
Burned from their homes
Kristallnacht
Bitter coffee
We have a long habit of desire

Once
But no longer

Twice
But not likely

Or just
Ever again

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By Doodleslice 2024–08–06

Today, I am not in a junk drawer, or near a junk drawer, I am a junk drawer.

I am bits. Shattered and unwholesome. I am a thousand feelings and a dark quiet lake.

I’m am resolved to be unresolved — I truly don’t know if this is a path to salvation or damnation. But each day this path finds my feet and carries them through bracken and…