Not Mundane (11.11.17)

when my father was younger, he would write the words "not mundane" on blank stickers and place them in crevices and places people would not otherwise think to look.

Eyelashes are damp

Eyes have to keep

Blinking Blinking Blinking

Just to try and see

Your hand in front

Of your own

Damn face.

Chest is moving

Violently

Up and right back down

Take a deep breath, they say

Take a deep breath

And hold it in

Nose is pink

is stuffed with

Other people’s words

Is stuffed

Completely

Glasses are fogged

The moisture collects

Glasses are fogged

Can’t freakin’ see

Glasses are fog-

A glance

to the mirror

For a bit of self pity

A glance

To the mirror

To laugh at the gore.

You

You are

You are not

You are not

Mundane.

Tears absorbed into

Bright yellow sweatshirt

Tears absorbed

Back into your skin

Tears absorbed into

The palm of hand.

You

You are

You are not

You are not

Mundane.

The

The voices

The voices comfort you.