[there must be one thing you can’t have in order to be alive]

Jon-Michael Frank

there must be one thing you can’t have in order to be alive 
watching flowers open on youtube 
I mean, my life is wasted on my life
requirement is simple 
it takes a wound to
return to yourself 
the new sky 
is the same as the old one
its achy maw 
its barbwire grip 
people are whatever they are next to
that won’t remember them
a dumb desert 
a broken open sign
whatever I love best
reminds me of something else

“I wrote this during a punishingly hot Philadelphia summer. The sound of dirt bikes and busted open fire hydrants was everywhere. I remember writing it while sweating. I remember being in love.”
—Jon-Michael Frank

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I liked this poem upon receiving it.  Reading it again I like it even more.  The mood of the words remind me of Friedrich Nietzsche.  To subscribe to “a poem a day” CLICK HERE. It’s free.