Day 141 – Nothing to See

Much like the things which cause traffic build-up,
red sirens wailing like a blue light special
warning off and inviting in,

like the yellow brick roads of crime scene tape,
white chalk and shattered glass

like the gold shiny badges posted to move it along

like tragedy, like death

like one existence

there is nothing to see here


Day 113 – Another Beast

From the moment my fingers
close around my glasses
I am another beast

They close around steering wheels,
dry-erase markers,
red pens and credit cards,
zippers and shoelaces,
milk cartons,

but when they hold my glasses
like you’d hold a climbing rope
a stress ball, a life preserver;
like you’d hold a newborn,
a lightsaber, a key

I am ready to read
I am ready to see
I am ready to be free