It is easy to live in fear. Those who live in it will tell you otherwise; never trust the scared. It is effortless to be afraid of life. It is simple to fear love and to fear happiness and to fear change and to fear progress and to fear rejection and to fear failure. It is even painless; but…
If beauty made noise, it would sound like rain. I would walk the streets and let it hit me. I would carry pails and catch it by the bucketful.
At the crack of thunder, I’d grab my Herbal Essences and a loofah, strip my clothes, and bathe in the nude between 5th and Broadway.
I would come…
If I was a compound I’d be (CH3)2CO.
I’d be Acetone: a bond dissolving solvent;
nail polish remover on hair
and nail extensions,
sandifying glue on the scalp
and ripping from the cuticles.
I’d unattach everything pretty,
erase anything colorful.
I’d be Automobile Adhesive Remover,
I hear your voice in these quiet Sunday mornings,
I stubbed my toe on it today.
It has this way—did you know?—of hanging around in the most inconvenient places
Like in the bend of the staircase where the dog likes to sleep
And the spaces in between the rings of my alarm clock.
I don’t write poetry (despite what you say)
But I do spend a lot of time inside my head trying to read the expressions on your face
And do you think this is how it’s supposed to be?
I wonder when this empty feeling will go away, if ever.
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.