Crack in the Sublime

By Jenzia Burgos

From through these bent eyes

this deformed vision

I see clearer now

The prospect of the habit

where destructive promises


a long weak wick


In weary arms

limp with the weight of fading friends

the corner’s there

where it should be

Caught in the angle of our intuition

we say we’re


but we’re just sayin’ it

letting everything else


away from us

while we stand behind saying

it was never



as distorted as I see things

as ugly as

every word becomes

there’s now nobody left to love

but myself


So has it been long enough yet?

Can we stop hating ourselves now?

turn all those lies over

bring the love back over

the rooster is waking us up

to start the morning all over


there’s the terminal in your thoughts

as you tried,

as I tried

to be young again


we almost were

there was a crack in the sublime

just as you began to turn over

in my hands

I saw it,

I waited for you to grab hold –


But you hesitated.


And then,

you were gone


Originally published 12/09/15

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