I am not an easy question

or a hard answer.

I do not solve

even when I try.

I drop the gifts

I try to give,

the things I try to fix.


Stare at this too long

it’ll make your eyes hurt

you can run away blind

but they’ll see you stumbling.


Touch me too long

I’ll smell gasoline on your hands

and for years run toward leaks

just to watch all the forests burn


Hold this too long

it might stick to your fingers

leave scars and bruises

and pieces of castoffs

you I once thought you wanted


When the dust settles

you will have no excuses

not to write me down.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 10/2/17

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sootyash's picture


This one hits home. Enjoyed!

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allets's picture

Nice Motifs

running through here. I read it slowly twice and caught them. Cool - slc