my, my… how original…
how new and fresh…
a single twenty-something with degree and career and mission under belt,
changing old for new,
desperately reaching out for satisfaction’s hand
and finding exhaled ashes of ideal.
every step bringing surety of solidarity;
each person, a new reason to close.
half-drowned with repeats of shallow ponds
with sweet poisoned waters,
and no air in sight.
a total lack thereof looks ok after that,
because no breath is better than used heavy breaths.
swallowing the lump and smiling at everyone-
nobody wants extra weight.
can’t even trust a best friend to not abandon ship
without a word of goodbye.
numbed with little bruises
and too tired to think that exists anymore.