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.