by Lisa Zaran
She wants to leave, and now
how can I, on this early morning, before
the sun has broken through, before
the alarm clock goes off assailing,
find a nice, quiet place
to tuck my failures so I can vaguely
tell her not to go. How can I?
She kicks up all I had left to settle.
Years of dust, my past looks more
hopeless than ever. Still, I have
one hundred inner reasons for wanting
her to stay. Though many are mistaken.
Reasons, nonetheless. Thoughtless
thoughts that bounce around inside
my head at night when I should be sleeping.
She too suffers from her position, not unlike
mine but not the same either. That is why
I make a suggestion. The world really isn't
that big. It's us that are enormous. The world
is just a tiny room we fill beyond completion.
Really, darling, there isn't anywhere else to go.