As Much as We Are Able
I wanted a poem to carry me
Thus far
I have only been hurled
By every sentence I could not give full birth to
My friend has cancer
And has lost her sight
Lives alone in a cold trailer
Hasn’t spoken to her son in years
I can’t make that okay
I wanted a poem to carry her
But she is only thrown
Closer
Every day
To her end
I can’t make sense of it
Why we’re always given more
Than a poem (we) can carry
Why nothing makes anything okay
Why We’re just thrown
Every day into our lives
Like a bullet with no one’s name on it
We carry as much as we are able
And we are not able to carry
Very much at all.
Horror Sleaze Trash 