the right way
they give us
no right way to do it
the failure is complete
the moment we’re squeezed out
from between our mother’s thighs
then it is
god and government
country and flag
parents and teachers and bosses
days that are subservient
and insubstantial
we can blunt ourselves with alcohol
we can blunt ourselves with drugs
we can blunt ourselves
with love and anger
tv shows and the movies
but nothing ever really
does the trick
they give us
no right way to do it
but they expect us
to have all of their answers
in the flick of a wrist
in the blink of an eye
as we crawl away from them
nodding our dull compliance
our wills breaking
our fingers bleeding
our nails covered in mud
no safe space
left on earth
like the one we had
in that swirling beautiful void
before the dark madness
of conception
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