9/6/18 11:56PM
if i keep quitting things
i wouldn’t feel the howling storms
and their humid gusts pour over
my skin like a salve
my skull might be in one piece
but there would be no room for the bugs
to buzz and whirr like automatons
and massage my grey matter back to function
the summer nights i spent outside
would be gone
and so would the sorrow i sent from
my lawn chair
and i certainly wouldn’t see wracked skies
filled with lightning and discord
i’ll never quit anything
as long as it’s storming like this
and the cracks stay in the sky