Crimes

Thumbnail is a detail of a painting by Felix Mueller.

Let’s try for one last one. Let’s try to let it go without pushing it out the door. Without pushing at all anymore.

I know what you want to say and I think you should just say it. It’s that I feel weirdly terrible just being here and not caring anymore about whether or not I’m fitting into the mold. Whether or not I’m fitting back into the hole. Now that the water’s surging up through that hole, I don’t want to close it up anymore.

What is this pressing down on me, what are argument could it possibly use to justify this pressing down on me. I’m so tired of being accused.

Am I really so bad? What are my crimes?