| Sometimes I don’t know if I’m having a feeling so I check my phone or squint at the window with a serious look, like someone in a movie or a mother thinking about how time passes. Sometimes I’m not sure how to feel so I think about a lot of things until I get an allergy attack. I take my antihistamine with beer, thank you very much, sleep like a cut under a band aid, wake up on the stairs having missed the entire party. It was a real blast, I can tell, for all the vases are broken, the flowers twisted into crowns for the young, drunk, and beautiful. I put one on and salute the moon, the lone face over me shining through the grates on the front door window. You have seen me like this before, such a strange version of the person you thought you knew. Guess what, I’m strange to us both. It’s like I’m not even me sometimes. Who am I? A question for the Lord only to decide as She looks over my résumé. Everything is different sometimes. Sometimes there is no hand on my shoulder but my room, my apartment, my body are containers and I am thusly contained. How easy to forget the obvious. The walls, blankets, sunlight, your love. Copyright © 2015 by Matthew Siegel. Used with permission of the author. |
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