i catch myself at the edge
of the raw truth of the messy details
and some of the debris sprays over
my eyes fill with tears
and she changes the subject
we talk about the royals
and the heavy disappointment of this president
what to do next where to go from this train wreck
she doesn’t want to hear more
and i understand
and it’s hard to hold it all back
to keep it in a separate place
to know i am alone in this world
in this narrow slice of my story
the candle burns down
and the smoke pulls me back to now
and seals my resolve my intent
to connect back to my self
connect these slivers of my story
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