Pariah
Holly Day
I sit beneath
the park bench lip, arms
around my knees
God, think Im a fetus
give me a new life
rain sleets the park ground
pigeons splash angry in new muddy puddles
fishing for popcorn and soggy breadcrumbs
and worms writhing livid on oily pavement
I cant go home anymore, this
is my home and I cant
be here
my body breaks beneath stale memories
there are too many things my heart
cannot hold
