All out in front of me



I lay it neatly

Where I can see it

Pin it down

Dissect it 

Separate what’s hurting me

Isolate what I want to be

Put that back where it belongs

Then wrap the rest in cellophane

Place it in the ice box

With the other parts that I’ve declined

A freeze dried version of the man I was

Perfectly preserved in plastic wrap

I don’t know why I keep it

Yet there it is

Crammed between sweet kisses 

I’d rather forget

And the awful things I never will 

Staring at me 

Waiting to be reconstituted

With a single tear

February 2020

Image by Bryan Rodriguez.

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff