Little Losses

Lend me a line
Keep me writing
I have surrendered
Eat too much to feel another thing
Stomach distended
But soul mended temporarily
Learn a new way to talk and see
Keep myself for me
Offend new friends
Relish enemies
Define myself arbitrarily
As someone who wears orange, has tattoos
Binges on late night news
But is still good company

Lend me a line
See what’s biting
My head full of fishy ideas
Flashing then minnowing away
Until I suspect they were just water
After all
Not a lover or a daughter
Or some other thought I feel I ought
To explore
All those things that are no more
Or should I look ahead instead
To a new dawn, a new war
A new view, a new head
A new bed, a different me

Lend me a line
Something that might
Frighten me
A stranger revealed by lightening
Wielding a knife, or worse, insight
Perilous truths, wronged rights
Pens and swords, tongues and wounds
I don’t return them, nor hearts neither
Worried sores, flaws
Fucking on the floor
A door, a path, the sun
Eternity, small rooms no more
Vastness begun
An end to tiny love stories