WHERE IS

THIS IS WHERE

All I want
is to disappear
suck the disappointments
I have made
down the vortex
never to desire
never to want
never to make

give me pain
give me shame
give me suffering
cry cry cry I have towels
to wipe my cringing face

It’s dark in this hole
but I must be sitting
I find my flashlight
examine what it is
I sit on not a wheelchair
not a chair at all

but a box like in a play
with a lid and my little
light finds a crack
I pry open
the cube which
contains another box

with the word
PERSIST stamped on it
I open another box
stamped with PERSIST

inside that box I find
a heavy rock covered
with eagle shit tagged
JESUS WAS HERE

 

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