“It’s okay.” I said in response to the weeping puddle of a man who was telling me how pathetic he felt about himself for the third time that week.

It wasn’t and I wasn’t but what do you say when all you could want was a crumbled mess on the floor of the bathroom that hadn’t been cleaned in months.

“ I got you.” I said as I paid another bill that wasn’t mine.

“ don’t worry about it.” I said as ...

Most occasions I am left, alone. That’s the way I like it or so I tell myself.

The strings that tie me to those around are easy to snip off to release them to their freedom, again.

My ankles are wrapped with ties from those that left me. Stacked with string, each knotted with length left to be frayed with my walking around- still trying to find what it means to stay attached.

Some I cut, some...

The roar of the world that rages in the heart

Falls quiet with fear, too staggered to start.

Ideas that once came out in hums

Crushed care from the whims found under their thumbs

The wonder went out with the air in my lungs

While dreadful silence filled the space that

my words once were....