Chilled in the village
of frivolous searching.
I walk to the corner store,
withering in the grey-tone light.
I thought I was meant for purity
for something to sink a holy tooth in –
but there are tiny living beings on my bookshelves,
oil spills in my garden, and bodies, everywhere
talking, picking up stones, putting down stones,
even children with mutilated souls,
everywhere – alone, alone – the avalanche
of isolation, the flood of self-preservation no matter
the murder weapon. Kiss me. Rip the zodiac
in half. I am bored with this unending night.
I am through with the sleeping pills and the chakra chant.
I’m through with holding time, karma,
through with being subjugated
by the pull and tug of these unbreakable chains.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Dark Blooms Literary Zine” November 2015
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