Sometimes It All Becomes
Understandable
7 a.m. Feels like
my heart has stopped
beating.
50 fl oz of whiskey in
my veins
and a deserted highway
stretched out ahead
of me.
Haven’t slept in
3 days.
The thousand yard stare.
I’m seeing circles
of light
like the halos of angels
that I know
are not really there.
We each have our
brief moment of
brightness –
and then we dissolve
into grey morning skies
like a fading star.
We burn out painfully.
Like the tragedy of Jean
Seberg.
Suicide note in hand,
begging for forgiveness –
unable to live in
this world
with her nerves.
And nothing now survives –
nothing left behind
but the faint imprint
of a smile.
