the baggage claim

overdue poem deposit

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the baggage claim

My therapist said to see the thoughts like bumblebees
or a baggage claim

I see clinging to the smears of each passing car 
every drop of rain
and think about before

The devil told me the last thing I need is another metaphor

But I stare into the abyss and it swore
If you need to spread the word, tell the bees

I ask my crustacean memory
what about the me that never gets free
crying through a song I asked for
 scared I’m cursed
	what about the me that’s the worst

Because I’ve been here before	
seen the shoulder of every road	
and don’t think I’d have done it right      even on a second go  

So I live the night as I write it
let it beneath my skin	like a virus
venom from a sting I feel but never see 
	that phantom reality 		still a revelation to me
 

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