Then and Now

I have been absent from life again.
Like a switch or a plug that forgot to be grounded properly.
I am volatile: sometimes shocking even the air around me.

Absense from Self is destructive:
if you're gone too long, it's difficult to find your way back...
and you become used to the Other - the chaotic abyss.

Yet I am back. I managed to pull myself from yesterday,
and into this moment - Now.
I remember why I left, and shall forget to do so again.

Finish it

Flip me inside out
and tear the
skin off.

Let me bake
the shards
of glass
in hell.

Jump start a fire
under my
steel heart.

I have forgotten
what it feels like
to hurt.

Oh wait -
you gently reminded
me today,
when you
stumbled
into Cirrhosis.

2:00 on February 30

Write me into
your day
sometime.

Allow me to wedge myself
into your notebook,
between
phone calls
and meetings.

Has it been so long,
that you have you forgotten
how to share space
with another?

Or have you just
typed yourself
into oblivion?

Vanished somewhere
between Outlook
and Word Perfect?