I told her she needs to let go
and I saw the hypocrisy on my wall.
I told her to stop focusing on
the uncontrollable in others, and
like an outer body experience
I was face to face with the me
who has not accepted no, not
accepted rejection, not accepted
how truthful silence can be
but instead filled it with false
ideas and fairy tales, and like
any psychiatric patient playing
checkers in the wreck room
fooling the aides by not swallowing
their pills, the theatrics continue
the music plays and plays, and me,
I continue to dance; smiling,
my eyes fixed upon his returning
gaze and I think how this song
could last forever, if I let it.
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