Impermanence

Early Rahmer
my body drips
from inside
like a half-
formed Jell-O mold.

meticulous dreams
play out
in orange cities,
on antique beds.

the jangle
of my brother's
guitar makes me
nauseous and teary-eyed.

i don't know why.

i heat some
vegetable soup
and hope for strength
to keep the walls at bay.

how did all this begin?

i never said when.

Published by Early Rahmer

Artist living and working in Chicago, New Orleans, and San Francisco (dependent upon the weather). Contact early.rahmer@gmail.com  View profile

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