No matter how fast
you can’t catch it.
No matter how strong
you can’t lift it.
You can’t bottle it
You can’t measure it.
You can’t change it
and you can’t fix it.
But you can hold it
as long as you want to.
Some people
never let it go.
Like me.
So many times I
could have done it
differently.
So many moments
that I never left.
My love of words
is large and mean
and my heart
-it’s just a junkyard dog that
growls at nothing
and gnaws at old bones
until they’re dust.
I have become so much better
since I’ve obtained a strong handle
on the absurdity of myself
but still
there’s nothing easier
than picking up a bottle
when you’re heart is bleeding
all over the floor.