And I

Chose to suffer
So I could write.

I awoke and cried,
most people
smoke something
or drink a cup of coffee.

And I chose
to suffer
for the depleted
mind
for the addled
psyche
praying maybe
motivation
would show herself.

And then, I chose to suffer.

And I
didn't eat for
8 days
so the twinge
in my gut
could remind me
of your
touch.

And I chose
to suffer, for
every tear a
treasure map
or heiroglyph
from how long ago?

"X" marks the spot
where we first
kissed.

The Shipwreck
drawn in afterthought
near the compass.
Northbound sea monsters
in a weepy, teary wave.

Carbon dating
the dating
and love
and luck we had.

Fossils of
lions
like
mice.

It was my fault,
it was your heart.

And I chose to suffer.