My Present Spins

In limbo from indecision, on loan from futures past Deceit became my calling card, deception first and last Borrowing from a fantasy, while stealing from a lie The treadmill turned inside itself, my spirit churning blind But within this dark implosion, a voice would call my name And in its words I heard “escape,” an exit from the shame In hopes of a new becoming, old guilt I cast remiss As inside out, and outside in, my present—spins in bliss (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)