Pyramid of Lemons – Amy Austen
Constructing my life again
is like trying to build a pyramid of lemons.
The roof leaks,
my brain leaks,
I’m watching videos of worms
and wailing inside.
A few seconds, an hour, a whole year in a flash.
I miss the moist
warm breath of the wind
& walking to work with kittens.
Now my hands are cold,
my tailbone hurts from sitting,
I want to sweat
I want to feel more.
On Blow, where he says
‘most people’s lives pass them by
while they’re making grand plans’