My Problem

lost record

My problem is
That I don’t have a story
To believe in
You have a story
You invent for me
He has a story
He invents for me
She has a story
She invents for me
I don’t mind the stories
I like them
But I can’t believe
Or maybe I do believe
First this story
Then that story and the next
Until it is exhausting
And you want to rest
Free from any story
Do you know where you rest
Free from any story?
Right here
Right here
I will rub my thumb
Over your eyebrow
Again and again
So rest

December 9, 2014

Previously published in
A Swineherd’s Journal

Art: Lost Records

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