POEM

I DON’T FEEL LIKE IT

I don’t feel like it

Don’t feel like talking or smiling or paying attention

But I will,

Oh yeah, you know I will.

I don’t want it

I don’t want to eat it, do it, touch it, or hear it

But I will,

Oh yeah, you know I will.

I don’t need any of it

This or that or any of it

But you know I’ll take it,

Oh yeah, you know I will.

So what will it be?

You know,

For me?

Along-nosed witch

With my back hunched over from

Carrying

Nothing that was mine.

No, nothing that was mine.

There was room because

Nothing had been mine

And I liked it that way.

Empty.

I don’t love it,

No, I will never love it, but I will love

What’s behind all of this,

That pin-point of Infinity

You know I do,

Oh yeah, you know I do.

I don’t know why it’s there.

No, I don’t know why it’s there.

And what if in another five,

It isn’t.

What will I do then?

Oh,

What will I do then?

I’m sure I won’t feel like it.

Won’t feel like talking or smiling or paying attention.

But I will,

Oh yeah, you know I will.