Sonnet #132897

This poem was written in 2012.

They told me I can be anything. Fed my ears with clay. Be the soul-dipped morning, the unbounded star, they’d say. I said I wanted to be the color orange. They told me nothing lasts. So I seek a spare balloon for when the old one bursts. They told me life is short. So I eat my blueberries without washing them first. Each day I’m satisfied with my great feats of turning every challenge to burlesque, until I close my eyes and go to sleep and dream the gaping hole that eats my chest. And then they'd ask, for I might have missed it, “When was the last time you really existed?”

Published by Terry 4 years ago on Saturday the 9th of May 2020.

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