Thursday, January 26, 2017

On Your Roof

Pull me apart muscle by muscle
obsession by obsession.

Hang the tendons and regrets
from longest to shortest.

The wind can have my guilt.
The doubt will bake out above the tar.

I need to relearn how to carry myself
and I think just starting over is best.

You can use the lettuce ties in the kitchen drawer
to set my spine on the TV aerial because

No one really taught me how to stand.

Nobody said, things will happen
to make you want to look smaller than you are.

So keep your pelvis tilted up
and your ribs above your pelvis
and your shoulders open and repeat to yourself
I am a man I am a man I am a man.

It’s not that the parts are bad
It’s just the holding together that


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