8.23.2019.
a lady holding onto her
husband’s arm. he has
one closed eye, a cigarette
sticking out of his mouth,
and a slanted grin.
as long as they’re together,
they skip on heavenly clouds.
a man with bright blonde hair,
wearing a backback decorated in dirt.
he looks at me like we’re past life
friends.
life is a series of karmic lessons,
we all go up or low.
will you live in this physical world,
or will you become its victim?
sadness reigns when we are
addicted to its drama.
nurture your woes so
you can pass
Purgatory.
iii xv. 