DRAW

DRAW

let go!
let go!

there is no poem
strong enough
to get me to hold on

no words to feed me with
the power to overcome
all the bad
you said, all the bad
you did

and so
I fall

having let go
the world rushing
up to meet me
to imprint me
with the truth of
failure
and loss and pain
and fathers and gravity

those dice
you can tell that
they read
snake eyes

my birth, my life
luck of the bad draw