Lying On The Stony Earth

Still sitting, not
moving, equally
forthcoming and
shy, equally bold
and leftover as if I am
lukewarm food
hovering between
edible and distasteful;

still losing weight
as if I am beautiful;
sill dropping skin
as if I had some left to give;
not beat, prepared
to spark a fit in those
watching me though
I know it will not happen;
resolved to take
long nights coming
at face value, nights
stretching into days
into yawning nights;

but I am still here, by God;

still here for this moment
and any others that
decide among themselves
that this is their moment
and not mine.

I will be beaten for certain
and I will likely be destroyed
by this world,

but
by God,
I will remain
laughing behind it,
laughing till I am gone;
laughing until
I lie down on the stony earth
and seek my final comfort
from these hard places —
ones I lie on,
ones I made for myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
onward,
T