i would look down at my wrist and tell you this is my religion

but tattoo’s burn off

i could say that the job i have makes me who i am as a man

but the next day i’m a man with no job

i could plan a future as if it were mine but a future that’s mine

is a change only i will make

i could be suffering an impossible situation in my life and forget

the stress is impermanent too

i might hold onto a lover as if she were alive inside of me

as tears make our love fade away

my wrist is still here

love is what remains


poetry

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April 8, 2012

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