Pep Talk

when you are tired of yourself          open the window

 

sit naked on your bedroom floor          let the night curl     its way     among

 

the tips of your body     collect the loose ends of joy     you forgot to tighten

 

look     tonight there is no moon     only the sky holding     the mouth of a gun

 

are you scared     you should be     the only home a bullet knows is a black body

 

write this poem down

 

then rip it up

 

stop trying to prove your existence


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