Get (It) Down; Get (It) Out
I bought their sick lies hook, line and sinker, and
I’m still
buying them.
It’s not too late to change.
—Tim Dlugos
Another day, another wall
of silence. Even the stick
figures in the periphery are
mute. I wonder how I must
look, what they must think,
who am I now? My wrist
continues to hurt; my hand
cramping. Yet I only want
(you)
to speed ahead! There
is never enough time
to do all of the things
that I want to be.
There, I said it. After
spending several
days writing it
all down.
