I Still Feel

I still feel
like a piece of metal

is lodged in there
and rattling

I have named it

many things but yet
don’t know what it is.

I stagger to a porcelain god
and give him

back his brandy
but still.

I breathe out an image
graven in rings


I kneel in witness
on a hillside

seeking balm in Gilead
but still.

I have, I have, I have
I have, all

these people and things
but still

I feel like a piece
of metal

bent and broken
with use.

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