static

the journeys i await to take

to escape

in case of tragedy

lead me away from home

lead me away from the comfortable known

a spurning?  an ending? a new leaf turning?

monastic? ecstatic? or just another further contrived version of static?

all this waits upon a mishap that will leave me no more willing through its hap

but leaves me no closer to peace

that i seek

by awaiting an excuse to leave.

your loss not mine

“your loss not mine”

i practice before the mirror
a toss of the head
a narrowing of eyes
a haughty contempt
a shoddy attempt

i practice typing
hurriedly,
punctuating victory
leaving no space
between the lines
to read defeat
before jabbing “delete”

i practice the phrase
biting each word
chewing upon its gravity
less rudely than spit
more bitter than wit

i can’t do this shit.