Benjamin Rodriguez
as we bend to ‘the motions’, wound up on inner peace
another me lies there, a puddle of a person
I stand around to watch the day change to night,
my eyes flashing silver, glaucoma of the mind, body, and soul
our voice splits now and then, floundering tonality
you could feel sink into your throat, 16 reminders
of the first time I had hands with someone
they got mad at me for being clammy
15 reminders that you’ll never forget how your hands looked around her
14 reminders that you got in trouble for wearing a flower crown and that’s why you hate roses
13 reminders that your voice will never sound the same
I
am
stone
essential, bedrock, epitome
of being in the middle of fire, eating rocks
even if they burn, had a cat named “Cole”, capitalized,
my heart is beating on the sidewalk, sometime in the afternoon
the sun kicked me down, stole my balance, and I erupted into
Myself.
I didn’t stop screaming for 3 days and 3 nights
I thought it would have brought me peace
in the evening, our last day
felt like it would never end, so I shut my eyes,
my heart, my body, my focus, my being in space
I see it all drifting away