9.16.17
no one can claim
they are civilized.
this i have learned,
we are creatures
of heartbreak, and
once the damage has
been done to us
we become
only creatures.
lonely creatures
groping the air for
some semblance of
stability, like blind children
whose parents tell them
they will be right back,
don’t move,
stay here,
i will find you.
Written at 6:51 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.