I'm the Finisher
the one who holds on
when she should no longer touch
things and words and memories
immutable and singular stuff
not of dreams
but more like nightmares
I'm the Finisher
I memorize people
and things are not intangibles
I linger in the essence
its essential
yet,
I've been told I stay too long
I'm the Finisher
I stare into space
until it no longer lingers
everything diminishes
grows shorter
even my hair
but somehow
I must finish all of this
Why do I need to be an occupier
of any stage
remember every moment
every anguish or rage
every love and every single age
and all to which it attached?
you only go round the bases once
I won't be coming back
is that the facts
there's no guarantee
to get it all right
even when
you finish
something's left
someone's left
undone.
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AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
AND HOPEFULLY WITH THIS
I CAN REST
TIME DATE STAMPED 4;16AM JANUARY 26 2019
"IF THIS IS ANY ART FOR WHICH YOU CARE....
WOULDN'T IT BE NICE NOT TO HAVE FLAWS
BUT THEN, I WOULDN'T BE THE FINISHER.
