Of Rabbits And Flags


I had my body
Screwed up like a spring
Waiting on the day
One year ago
When you died

As if the world
Cares
As if the flags should fly at half mast
I am alone and I am missing you

Just another day
Now I can say
Just another year

I said I would make it
Even if this span of time
Clawed at my throat and froze my breathing

It’s another day of me missing you
Of me aching for your voice
There’s something so lonely and beautiful about that

My mouth tastes like obsession
Like apples and lies
And I feel like you stand just at the other side

Of these paper thin walls

I told you I would make it through this year
If it
Brought me to my knees

Can I Still Die Young?


I made it to 40
When I thought I wouldn’t make it to 25
Can I still die young?
I feel like these years
Are merely some kind of prize
A prize I didn’t know I wanted

Even as I watched those I love
Become a tragedy
I want these meandering days
With the sun in my eyes
Shining too brightly
Too brightly for me to miss the darkness

I am meager and sometimes weak
I am a looming presence
And a loud voice
Mourn for me now
I am not giving up the light

With baited breath I ask
Can I still die young?