Everest

I tore down mountains for you
if they don’t move my hands do
all the dirty work
kept my soul so covered in soot
my body is no box
but slips of paper get stuck in
these two by fours I call sides
complaints and love notes
by the end they said the same thing
all boxes might hold dynamite
at this point
people joke about caring too much
not knowing that means you get to a point
where your hands are bloody
from ripping up stones

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s