(An attempt at one poem in one sitting)
This glacier
Sits at the base of my throat
Juts through the roof of my skull
Splitting me from
Ear to ear
It’s the first thing I see when I look in the mirror
I sneer at its point, poking through my crown
Messing with my part
I’m really not used to the thing yet
It’s even worse went I can’t be alone
It melts all over damn near everything
Others pretend not to see the puddles
I pretend not to be constantly wiping them up
Neither one of us is convinced by the other’s performance
At night
its weight pulls my head from
Shoulder to shoulder,
As I try to scroll vacuously on my phone
Eventually I stop fighting for balance
And fall asleep
Pinned to my dreams
By its gravity
In the future
I’m hoping to feel the glacier
Less and less
I don’t expect it will ever
Disappear completely
But maybe one day
I will forget it exists for an hour
Or two