the conceding bluebird

Sometimes I don’t think I have the patience

When I drift off, it’s right there waiting

Haunting like a virus, twisting all my dreams

Painting horrors of lightning in the black of my eyelids

It’s a pervasive mental fatigue—

An illness to be relieved by no one but me

Why should I be surprised? After all,

When I lost you I surrendered everything;

I hexed the sun and dropped,

Seizure of all my arms, knees-down to the moon

I convinced myself that this way I’d always have you

What a joke, how could I believe

Something from a broken part of me?

I saw it in the cracks of LoHi

It was static, screaming like the urban billboard signs

Reminders that I’ve been split since I was just fifteen

And now you’re divvying up the rest of me

I’ve cried it in colors,

So I’ll just set you straight:

A healing woman

Never, ever waits.

- M. Rose