ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection

Consolation Prizes

I need motion,

and somehow

these words

feel wrong

but my fingers

don't lie when they want something

We are

Animosities guest, so

when she says remove your shoes,

we remove them, therefore

we maintain any happy

happy thoughts

we gather in this place

We don't live here

but that's why it's comfortable

I need this hope

that toils to entertain

the idea that I am free

and always have been

This discretion

This anguish

This acceptance

This rest of being sober

because my hands

like to bleed

when my tongue gets dry

I need to breathe,

I need these poisonous things

when my blood

leaves me

empty anyway

I need things

that love me so well

I can scarcely

remember how the days

would drag my name

through the mud and

refuse to end

even as the sun set

though I set harder

and baked evenly

in spite of darkness