Look out,
we’re all jumping out of the 103rd floor of the south tower of the World Trade Center
September 11th, 2001
and we chose to jump instead of burn to death
and as we fall to our last breath
our only options are
do we scream
or do we enjoy the fall?
Yeah,
I’m screaming too.
Running across the March ice
of Lake Erie
(even its name says
it’s eerie)
and
how that ice might look safe
but
it’s eerier
cause it could break
at any second
and
how thin is the difference between fear and terror
when you fall through winter’s ice in spring
even when you’re running your fastest
across this frozen spider’s web
like a male spider
attempting to reach the black widow spider
even after her ripping off his seven arms and legs
in his attempt at love
and sex
he strums his last remaining leg along
her finely weaved web
and the male spider’s thinking:
I’ll get her this time.
There’s nothing more important
in this world to more people
than their religion
therefore it is our duty
both as citizens of this society
and all other societies
to know which so called God challenged Abraham to sacrifice
Isaac or Ishmael
and ultimately how much does this matter
when either way Ibrahim went with Allah
or Abraham went with God
we’re all brothers and sisters
and third cousins twice removed
thanks to this
and Facebook.
It’s scary stuff when your hospital feels the need to mail you
a formal envelope
your first question is: am I dying?
Your next is: how do I feel right now? I have a sore throat; I must be dying
says the hypochondriac
and the idiot
and in my case both
and in your case
your writer
and your reader
who
now knows
the words within the formal envelope
spell out sentences asking me to make a checkup because it’s been
so long since I’ve had a doctor’s hand
up my ass
so now I know
I’m fine
but either way one day
but that’s OK
because I scheduled my death some time between now and infinity.
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