Sunday, June 30, 2013

no one is my warrior

on days like this
the mirror doesn't know what to do with me
and tries not to scream, in fact,
avoiding shattering both of us at the same time. i
wish i'd been born with snakes in
my hands so i'd have an automatic release
from the ugliness of such states of mind.
i'm not anyone's heralded warrior.

i do battle with myself because
no one is my warrior, either.

i think it's somebody's holiday now
but i've been anemic since September
so don't expect my sympathies; i
usually stay in bed after the war:

some days it's entirely too much effort
to put my boots on correctly.