Wednesday, November 13, 2013

raking leaves

what i have is a living problem, not a drinking problem,
a reading & writing drying, discoloration of the skin
which no amount of art, no amount of lotion has been able to counteract,
an eating & bowel movement disorder, pardon the french,
the size of minefields, sewage pipes,
what i have is an immature & long distance relationship with hope,
with love, with happiness
chock-full of delays, what ifs, awkward moments, & language barriers,
it is ongoing & uneventful like psychotherapy,
like run-on sentences & our 9 to 5s,
what i have is not contagious, 
it is personal, private: i can’t count sheep, i can’t make-believe
c. a. campos, 2013

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