I HAVE TO

I have to feed myself/ No one will do it for me

I’ve salvaged from the rubble

this dented pot – but what food is there?

I have to sleep under the stars

for that is what life has given back to me

I have to raise from the dead

this weary body. For light soon comes

I must leave/ I have to return

My road is forked. There is no way out

or back. My body flees, my heart stops

Who is this me I have to be? I have to feed myself

No one will do it for me

June 1, 2015

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