The Untitled Poem About Resignation
“Damn, you’re calm,” they say to me,
My face a bleeding wreck from
Falling down a flight of stairs.
What I should have said is, “Fools,
Clearly I’m in too much pain
To do a fucking dance for you.”
Instead I say something else,
Something like, “Mmmphh,” which
I guess is code for, “I’m good.”
They all walk away and I
Almost grin, the fact dawned
That this was my family.
As the family fades away, I get stronger
My strength sapped by wasted days
Replaced with a decaying soup-like structure.
Oatmeal.
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