I wish that I could set this down
and walk away, rest it on
the table near the front door
and turn the lock behind me and
forget about it by the time I hit the button
to unlock the car door
by the time the music starts
and my foot is on the gas
I’ll have forgotten
its existence
I wish that I could
take it
to the landfill and bury it beneath the piles of moldy sofa cushions and
dryer lint and rent receipts and watch it
settle down into the sludge before a rat
takes notice of the smell
and carries it away,
a treasure found
to be devoured.
I wish that I could burn it on the gas stove, beer in one hand,
pitcher full of water in the other, watching as the ashes dance and fly
before they fade.
I wish that I could simply turn it off
turn it off, tell it to
SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE
let the decades do their job of making it
at the very least
shrink into something manageable
I wish that I could quiet down the noise
that keeps me up.
Beautiful and comforting
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