In Any Event
I’m surmounted by
age-old anxiety,
and bright dreams of
laying under a stone
to mark my place among
people on every side of me,
worm-eaten and absolutely alone.
I move through the days
in chains of nostalgic tragedy,
with new reasons to bury
beneath the old oaks
with wounded flesh and
all of the things that madden me,
a heavy heart, and a vessel
that has to go.
Copyright © Julian Garretti | Year Posted 2018
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