I am empty
Again
Where my center should be
there’s a gap.
A considerably large gap. larger than most, I’d bet.
And it’s filled with water.
***** water.
Lift my canister,
Try it.
Tip me over
It’s not as hard as it looks.
Water the flowers.
And when you notice the
plants shrink away,
Make a puddle.
In a while, I’ll dry up.
And each evaporated molecule
will whisper “*******” in a
different person’s ear as they rise to the
heavens.
And when I get pieced
back together
in the clouds,
I wonder if I’ll fall back to earth.
Back into my puddle.
Again and again.
But one day, It will get
cold.
And the people won’t want to stay outside.
And my ***** water will freeze,
And solid, I will stand.
Again.
Your own lady Lazarus.
And, again, and again,
My lips will move—
“Fat Lady, have mercy on me.”
But the heat from my lips will
Melt me—
Again.
Copyright 2009 Frankie Solomon