i realize
while
humbly
drinking
yesterday's
flat beer
that
i am
not
beyond
hurt
yet
in fact
it's quite
the
opposite
like my so-called
"achilles heel"
metastasized
like cancer
& made my
entire shape
a target
every cell
a bull's eye
every hour
contains
60
arrows
everything
stabs
me
these
days:
two sunnyside
eggs
popping
in the
frying pan
the crunching
noise
that occurs
while buttering
toast
the cat
stalking
sparrows
the recycling pail
overflowing
w/empties
a bloated
cigarette
floating in
a rain-filled
ashtray on
the bench
outside
my door
every
exhalation
i
make
in
the
dark
love
& lack
of
it