Day 3 for the tenant who lives above me,
It turns out her crying was intermingled with retching,
it sounded like someone forcing herself to vomit,
now I have a bulimic neighbor,
or possibly an anorexic,
who cries over her inabilty
to make life perfect.
I am reminded of a quote from the “Little Prince;”
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
I bring nothing, and consider pitching a tent made from animal hide,
into the roaring rush of this sad and empty wilderness.
My heart is throttled with loneliness
the kind of lonely that leads to an endless absence,
it seems no person in the world will do,
I cut my wrists and paint a bloody buffalo along the tepee walls,
hoping someone out there will find these scrawls,
and understand the symbolism.
There comes a day when you have to decide,
whether to survive or stay true to your tribe.