Rumble, Young Man, Rumble

Introspection.

I smolder.

In shame

I graze the surface of a well-worn memory

well sung melody

but I will not remember.

I fight fierce

Claw for air,

Laugh louder.

I’m OK.

I promise.

I’m OK

If I could go back to green leaves and grad days

I would.

Singing nonsense rhymes to forget time

Stumble over a memory, fall on a rhyme.

We sang ABC’s

I reconcile myself with lukewarm blood

Silly girl,

you thought you would feel?

Delusion or intent

On my shoulders/in my heartbeat I wait

Bated breath

Fingers crossed.

I will not be this person.