when it becomes time to move on
you will recognize that feeling if nothing else.
it will settle in your gut, a lump of coal
a loaf of bread.
during the day it will sit idle, waiting for you
to make your move
and at night when it has become clear that
you do not intend to, not today anyway,
it will call to you.

pepto bismol will not silence it, a calm voice,
a gentle hand.

it will remain there, always. no amount of
patience will drive it out. not
until you move, you stand up,
you put your shoes on,

not until you get the fuck out.

09/13/2004

Posted on 09/13/2004
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