feel

once when i was small
i took the garbage to the garage
in the wet and falling rain
across the glistening,
old, cracked, concrete drive,
bare feet, jean shorts and no top,
just a skinny, pink-white ghost
standing in a nice cool puddle as
my soaked hand reached for the
metal light switch and…

E L E C T R O C U T I O N

so much pain all it once
that it never even hurt…
it just buzzed through me
to the ground below
knocking me off my feet

that’s how i am all the time –
it’s not that i don’t feel…
it’s that i am a live wire
(don’t touch me)
and it’s so much that
it stopped hurting
a long time ago
as i channel it all
to the cold earth clay
until that day
i am knocked off my feet again

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