Heavyloaded with overfull emotions
A skin sponge in dire need of wringing
I don’t know what to do with all this excess.
Strange sadness fills me
and there are no mind mops or
betrayal buckets handy.
My heart’s basement is
haunted, cluttered & overcrowded
But I still can’t bring myself
to take out the trash.
So I come here,
to this white space in need of filling,
and coax out edges and curves that
curse as they try to capture ephemera.
Over and over, until what’s inside me spills out
and molds the most bitter glorious unbroken words
that save me from drowning.