That Poem I Wrote The Other Night

to let go

means I haven't let gone

except now the bees build in crevices

where the children play, it's an empty house

no matter how many times you scrub and stare at it.

The police should've been called and the international language

not truncated. You have to fight because when you cover your self

in boards and rocks and scrub the emblem on your club house you're

trapped. You haven't let gone you've let a mux of inverse odor out into the world.