Adam Hazell

A drowning

A thought
           Not new
(What is?)
I’ve been told it’s ok to grieve
Our relationship, and everything your absence has cleaved; your fingers
pulling at my hair as I drove us
back and forth 
from yours to the city
from yours to a reality
           not quite there
I was lax
I thought you’d settle 
and continue drinking as hard as me 
Lost even as I was led through slick
red halls
The grunting Minotaur 
Jangling jester with his fucking hat
How do you not get the joke yet?

(I think this is the first I’ve seen the sun in three months)

Herd mentality 
Sipping at the edge of the lake 
of mortality and mistaken identity 
Notice me
I say staring at my reflection 
while someone drowns three feet away