10/6/19

There’s always going to be a reason, won’t there?

A good, bloody, wound of a reason:

The year your boss grabbed you when you were alone

The years you had just escaped from home

The boyfriend, the family, the different words for “life”

That leaden weight that pins you to bed for months.

They’re all good reasons, yes

good eulogies.

Good truths to patch together all those bad, bad years,

and much neater than saying:

“I’m a ghost haunting my own life.”

So what happens

the day you wake up to the good not being good enough?

-This I promise. Stay alive long enough. And you will tire of what you know. And start wondering about all you don’t.