I’ve got my skeletons
locked in the deepest depths.
Forget them if I could,
but all the do is wail,
and rattle their bones,
and shake their chains.
No matter how far I go,
I can’t escape
who I am.
Who I was then.
Sublime,
uncircumcised.
I played a mean defense,
to every passerby.
I would sleep through the day,
get up and steal the night.
This old, haphazard loneliness
pacified me for a time.
Then, I awoke one morning,
surrounded by the bones.
The mocking, grinning skulls
of everyone I’d known.
They screamed and cried until
I lost my loving mind.
I wandered off that day,
wondering what I’d find,
between my skeletons
and the rest of time.
HG – 2020
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