all the things you have witnessed and done

  

eventually

you realise

all the things you have witnessed and done

will never go away

they will wait their moment or turn

to appear

or waken you

hang in your eyes

and haunt you

there is no amount of disorientation

not booze or drugs or sex

vapid glaring entertainment

or Cried-Aloud denials

or Genuinely demurred apologizes

there is no

shutting them out

or closing your eyes

they permeate your eyes

swell in your chest

are acrid smoke seizing your senses

there is no

getting away from them

no faithful apology to stem or staunch them

there is no way

to leave them in a room and shut the door behind you

they are yours

as much as you are theirs

your skin cannot divide you

your brains and organs dutifully work for the pair of you

no thing that ever entered you

departs

1343,  Moanday, Memorial Day,  28  5. 12

remembering a cat’s murder