Acrylic wash, oil pastels, oil paint sticks on pre gessoed canvas. 36x24in. Original Available
February 6, 2020.
Sinking through the starlit backdoor
Free falling willfully.
The air thins alongside my desire to care.
The noise dies as I come to know and feel
just how easy it is to be born again.
Memories retained—
I watch them like movies.
The taste of sugar at my 5th birthday party.
I used to hide in the pantry and sink my teeth in deep
Pupils dilating.
Heart climbing low rungs of the pleasure ladder.
Now My pantry has fluorescent bulbs.
Exposing piss-filled catheters and ass-less gowns
Asinine my final resting place.
Free at last
Free at last.
My mother was right
Still, I wouldn’t change a thing
Foam dribbling from my cheek
As I crack a smile
L. R. Bennett
