It is very
Common
To have
A cave within us
To hide
Away in when it all
Seems hopeless. To cry
Tears of mostly blood.
To feed on the day-
Dream in which
Side mirrors shear off
Of your car
As the walled road
Narrows.
To swerve might make...
There is a saint for the down
& out. A rock is a rock
Is a rock & redwood
Trees grow out
Of our chests.
It is horrible & right,
Here in this place. Dum
Spiro, spero. We're all in
This shit together.
From Fancy Beasts by Alex Lemon. Copyright © 2010 by by Alex Lemon. Used by permission of Milkweed Editions.