Should I Write
Jadon T Rempel
Should I write one fucking word for you,
Now that the night sky opened up
And gathered the last of my body parts
From the foot of my broken bed.
There are no chains with which to bind.
No water to drink and no more poetry to read.
Though the pen taps wildly against a bloodied chin.
The ink becomes shy and crystallized.
This is my somersault of desperation.
You can share sadness with the world,
Because the world knows sadness,
And I could give a fuck anymore.
Do not seek me when I am 30.
Do not think that Polio won’t make a comeback.
Don’t use your hands for anything.
My heart has only potential energy.
