maybe there is peace in letting things go

 

Maybe there is peace in letting things go

 

 

I don’t know.

 

I knead my memories into the shape of monsters.

That converge on me after my 3 AM piss.

 

I once woke to phone calls from my night auditor.

I am cursed by my past, he once told me.

 

My dad devoured my mother those last years.

One endless chunk of night at a time.

 

I tried to let religion go.

I tried to let addiction go.

 

Sundown like an ugly set shot.

Truth in its burn barrel.

 

Only night can teach you.

The girth of a lie.