ABLATION
1 June 2019
On the porch
A yellow jacket flies into the hole of my straw
Believing that submersed under my Long Island Ice Tea is its nirvana
Then it backs out
Floats above
I pick up my Steinbeck to crush it's exoskeleton against brick that's lasted a century
For it to be gone
It moves
Slides around the corner
I wonder if that's what God does with me
Sees me crawling into dark spaces believing it's where light lives
Heaven in blackness
Removing myself
To become
In the absence of what I wasn't
Just as God pulls out His Book to crack my skull against this Earth that's lasted Millenniums
Then reconsidering
I back out
I float around the corner
Leaving my old skin
Burned scabs
Of cuts and bruises
From tussling with Jesus, Buddha and The Prophet
Its not the nectar of the sugar or the alcohol
It's the straw
The open hole to unknown
To be gone
Removed
Ablation
From the porch
