10 | temple bar, dublin

2004

today
I decided
I don’t believe in life
with the grappled sky
looking to me like the grayed pits of darkened cherries
still bleeding in great fleshy tufts
near their masticated cores
or almost like the marbled skin, cellular witness
of overindulgence, gathering and weakly tethered
at my grandmother’s worn ankles

there’s too much pain in it

and there is a visible hardening
in my refuge in the unabridged versions
of other people’s stories
my love and regret of so much solitude
the newborn ability to stare on and show my face
void of emotion
detached from reality