desperation

an expectation affirmed by memories of
broken, glittered pavements that once led to
fates that promised a happy ending.
we sometimes find treasures in the wreckage–
passionate urges to fold into ourselves
and flirt with addictions that offer us
temporary solace. whether they overwhelm us
or liberate us, we still feel helpless
like those battery-operated puppies
street vendors sell, except the switch is damaged
and we can’t stop our automatic, mechanical legs
from running into the wall.

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2 thoughts on “desperation

  1. “except the switch is damaged
    and we can’t stop our automatic, mechanical legs
    from running into the wall.”

    I think that very powerfully elaborates on the characteristics of habit. I loved this poem!

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