Thursday, April 2, 2009


the more i think about it,
the more i have
the feeling
that the first thing
that will touch the next book
will not be words,
but blood
and i am trying to find
a small part of myself
that cares enough to stop
that fact.
but i have become numb enough
that bleeding seems such
a trivial pursuit
worth nothing more than
momentary distraction,
but also
nothing less.
and the only thing
i have the energy for lately
involves forgetting, if
only for a little while -
and if bleeding is
just another thing i can do
to forget you
then i will pull
on that lifeline
as hard as i know how to