Catch

Every time I catch myself
merely surviving my life
I give myself a metaphorical
slap across the face because
life is hard enough without
giving yourself a say in it.
Yesterday’s hair is still wet
when I wash it and my body
is preparing to wear out due to
longevity and not overuse.

The poems I write come from far away,
long ago, from a life I’ve already used up.
I know what I don’t want, what I don’t like,
what I don’t plan to surround myself with.

So if you’re here, there’s a reason
and if you’re not – you guessed it.
Everything is precarious, as a rule,
because if you’re not living on the edge
you’re taking up too much space.

I feel something standing right behind me
but every time I turn around I’m still alone.
If I need to spend the rest of my life running
I think that’s a pretty good use of my time.

Catch me if you can.

~3/24/13

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