Gorilla Glue After The World News
Sleep
deprived,
I sit bent
on the edge
of a worn out
mattress
pulling in long
deep breaths,
inflate myself,
plant
bare feet
for a shaky
leg press
lift
only possible
with supporting
arms,
balled fists,
flattened knuckles
dug in enough
to help me straighten.
Think Silverback
stuck in a cage,
dark dry eyes
set long ago
on skies
to rivers
leading
to the sea.
Think glue.
Peace,
Andrés