The Overwhelm of “Her”
An Emotional Retrospection
I feel the need to crack open,
wide open,
and allow the cacophony of
bullshit emotions inside of me to leak like oil onto the sidewalk.
It’s hard to keep them stuffed in there,
each in a separate compartment, you know?
How do you tuck away the liquid malleability of anger, joy, shame, despair…?
Each sentiment oozing into the other.
Never quite respecting each’s own iridescence, and
none of them ever really acquiescing.
Every one of them pressing to the front, flooding into each other as if
one were more important to acknowledge instead of the others.
Do you have some chalk?
I’d like to outline the overflow like a dead body
on one of those crime scene shows.
“Here lies the Overwhelm of Her”.
How oddly invulnerable to be on display
in such a way.
Everyone who walks by the silhouette
can sidestep it as they please.
Nothing new there.
Nothing to see here.
Just enjoy the washed-out luster from a lifetime of compartmentalized judgments.
Or not. Your choice.
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