Wednesday, January 11, 2017


I really don't think
of myself as
a hero to anyone,

though I know I'm not
much of a
disappointment, either;

I'm more like a support system
that's also become
its own burden,

all of my pain and suffering
compliantly tucked
and arched into architecture

that's fishy and obscure.
Like a bridge over troubled water,
I'm a fortuitous sign

but also those perilous
and unfeeling
forces it signifies,

a mixture of practical
faith and
blind science,

not a quick fix, necessarily—
but a necessarily-
temporary solution

to some
long-term patently
unsolvable problem.