breaking through


 
The Twinkies truck will persist, but I will
not remain guilty: fearing sips of beer,
singing, and systems. Instead I will fill
prescription pill-box answers with a clear
liquid, quenching one-half cup of insight  
and a dash of freedom from their fiction.
Where lukewarm tea permeates addiction
to caffeine, to silent texts, to the screen,
to each other.
 
I will learn that the fetal position
has a permanence that transcends childhood.  
The earth cracked paved sidewalks because it could.    

 

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