Go Tell It

In a space reserved for not thinking a TV blames itself for telling lies to you. It's another fake cathartic moment. A wall clock coughs into its hands, Mouthing a bullet proof prayer - I waggle limbs into more natural shapes. Avoid mirrors for a while until my face settles. Stamp petulantly over a not-welcome mat. The sun has got itself snagged in shadowy thickets, a wind sharpens itself on my nose perseverance snaps at my heels. “Go tell it on the mountain” I speak this uplifting line while grimacing through a snarl. Shouldering an invisible load, climbing a medium-sized mediocre hill. It takes a whole metaphorical day just to climb it halfway. Pause, take a breath. Try to remember, try to forget, Try walking backwards for a while.