Tuesday, December 12, 2023


while I wait 
for fate or 

to restart 
and update my 
operating system, 

I keep looping 
to comb through the 
honed decay 

of all the same old
fossilized streets—

at this point, 
I'm no longer 
searching for something; 

I'm just strictly 
rehearsing (in hopes 
I can memorize)

the feeling 
of finding precisely 
what I need there.

That way, if I ever
came across 
the motivation 

to stop repeating 
hurts and claim the 
mercy I'm so hungry for, 

I would find myself 
so nimble and 

that I could blithely 
walk right by it, like I 
didn't even care.