Lost and Found
Last summer I chose to lose something
and today I chose
to find it again.
And it hurt to read those words
that today I still don’t
but I hope, for our sake,
that it flies into my jacket pocket one day
and is carried out, by the wind,
into the rain,
down into the gutter,
straight into the stomachs of rats
and the hell fires at the center of the earth
And no, I cannot burn it myself.
You cannot kill,
your own unhappiness.