You came here [to the poem] a) to discover yourself b) because you are restless c) bored d) okay with how things have turned out e) it’s inevitable.
You are moving various objects and pieces of furniture about the house because you are a) confused b) trying to stay busy c) creating/forging Order d) All or e) None of the above.
Someone else is/is not [circle one] necessary to solve the hurt puzzle splitting inside the headache you live inside, the Rooms that take you. Again—[while you] believe a) in self-punishment b) purgation of the hardest kind c) plagiarism d) partner in crime of gut laughter spilling all the edges blind e) the talk of love of strangers.
This someone else will/may hurt you with words of the past and the future. But unfolding Now. In real time. Like music.
Can you be saved a) now? b) in the crowd of sleeping c) wow d) alone e) how?
And what will you tell the Others? a) I was restless, bored b) it was the best I could do c) I didn’t know d) we talk stranger e) I am here Now f) where you are, too.
Did you a) Fall asleep? f) Forget me / your medication [circle one only please] c) Scrape across the ice of winter, subsequently bruise both knees? d) Dive back down into what you deem ecstasy again? e) Please tell me, are you out there [under the full moon somewhere] lurking? Your silence a second guess laugh at nothing.
[published by Crisis Chronicles, 2013]