free country
your voice on the phone in the dream
is disinterested
I miss you I say
It’s a free country
a moth falls through the door
drunk on light
the same one that
flies out of my wallet
how have I never seen him
I think
coming home
—Evan Laffer
STILL THE SAME
Wallowing
in a besotted stupor,
relishing the powerlessness
and mental disarray.
You wouldn’t want it
any other way: this thing
you unknowingly craved,
in its many stifling and
exhausting shades: strength
sapped, nerves unstrung, mind turned
to dust, familiar patterns emerge:
the worst being that you haven’t changed,
and despite every other long-cherished aspect
of your life being disrupted, and fully knowing
that it will eventually destroy you,
this thing has to be handled
delicately.
—John Tottenham
0 Comments