Creative Work
Drop Me

Drop Me

for publications, websites, and the yearning soul

Drop me.


drop me dear lord past this place

of keening and exquisite hurt where

everything cuts bright and sweet and

I’m too ready to break open


hurl me like a thunderbolt through

this big rip and tear and heaving

heavy biting open bleeding

draining place where there’s no mercy


pull me headfirst through the crushing

pull my by my wrists and ankles

understand that I own nothing

let me fall let me spin open


push me through myself and watch me

lose my mind inside my mind and

feel my heart dissolve like sugar

in the rain in some far country