Pick Your Poison


on the other side of charisma and good fortune lies an epiphany drenched in fevered antiquity: what was once absolute may become absurd, challenges could shift into reflections, and this tedium that drowns us might one day teach us to swim.


I lost you back there
My wife, my life
set free into the cold wind,
into this sea of faces,
surrounded by the ever-shifting
competition of indifferences.
You left me right here.
The surfacing emotions
bleed me out
into a vessel
forged in fear,
brutality, and regret.