& they have to drag it out of you like a child
drag it tenderly & with attention
they put it to you with sledgehammers &
beat you obtusely for it
but you don’t get what’s wrong & the
beaches of new jersey rot all summer-long
& the trees laugh scolds at you
the birds all dive in to the ocean, dead
& they pull you lifeless onto the beach
like a child all ready to be born.

06/30/2009

Posted on 05/13/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce