quitting

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