Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Disintegration of Me

The Disintegration of Me
Situations of I












The disintegration of me
is easy to see.

  Oh, me….

The sand beneath my feet
wears my feet
Smooth, wears the shells and rocks, wears everything
of everything,
and me
watching.
  
I am a shell under the feet of the sea.
My defeat whispers
softly.  My feet
push through sand and heel into the coolness below,
into everything.
  
The disintegration of me is easy.
I stand sideways, and waves push and pull, crash and recede,
smoothing,
polishing,
wearing me

free.

[- excerpt from upcoming book, "Situations of I," a collection of short stories & essays.]

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