There is no space wider than that of grief, there is no universe like that which bleeds.

Everyone is after me to exercise,
get in shape,
play football,
rush about,
even go swimming and flying.
Fair enough.

Everyone is after me to take it easy.
They all make doctor's appointments for me,
eyeing me in that quizzical way.
What is it ?

Everyone is after me to take a trip,
to come in,
to leave,
not to travel,
to die and alternatively,
not to die.
It doesn't matter.

And so,
in these brief,
passing days.
I shall put them out of my mind.
I shall open up and imprison myself
with my most treacherous enemy.
My selves...