‘first taste of fall’
one more thing strapped to my back i have loosened
searching for pockets to shift its weight
i never learn all that’s been collected
is just one more thing someone forgets
so why can’t i drop it
i deserve to be weightless
hollow boned, less structure, more space
what’s it like to wake careless, what’s it like to wake knowing,
another seed i thought flower turned to vine
a voiceless thought friend becomes stranger
lover’s dedication two-times
it’s just one more thing until you break
i just can’t let it go
i deserve to be without a heart
absent mouthed, less fractured, more whole
what’s it like to sleep stressless,
what’s it like to sleep downwind,
of everything that’s put down
give, to give in
i can’t ever be collected
i can’t gather you again
a house with a roof is a home is a lie;
my shed skin its own ecology
my knots they mar this floor
and language in backward draft
escapes beneath the doors.
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© Joseph A. Pinto
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The large majority of my poetry handcrafted from inside bars.
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