Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Full Of The Dead

I want it gone.
Sold.
Cut out like a tumor
I never have to look at again.
I want to be on my way
with the sun in my face
to my new life.
I want to be there already.
New York.
Portland.
Seattle.
Anywhere but here.
I want to wake up
with my future in my hands
and see myself sitting
in some Brooklyn pizzeria,
or Portland coffee house ,
hooking up with a new band,
and writing poems about tacos and immigrants.
I want my courage,
body,
blood,
to find its way
home,
the way little streams
find bigger streams
and end up in rivers
joining the rush
of something bigger than themselves.
I have been stagnant
in Nashville,
like water in a bird bath,
full of the dead,
slowly drying up
into nothingness.