Life is Long - Laura Stevenson

In the fall of my youth

I try to make it up to you

Face the masonry with knives

I try to save my little life

But all the time it fails me

Will my back be shot right through

From sitting slumped on my right side for all of my life?

It takes weeks not days to heal now, heal now

When, when I dig into my skin, the cuts are slow and shimmering

The cuts are slow and shimmering

But decade you rang

Pulled all the phonebooks out

Gather and leap again

It’s not the last time that I quit

I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to be sick no more

This is something that I’m used to

I don’t want to be sick no more

Jot a note into the future

If you’re hiding blindly from the truth

Living lights obstruct the movement of other orbits in your view

That orbit all around you

And all the tiny frailties

I never want to go

But meteorites command me

In fragments of my foolish mind they send me

They send me