revenge poem

according to somebody

I have stayed up late in vengeance

for all the day's time

dictated, transcribed, filed somewhere 

out of reach

for all the tasks done that would rather be non-done

for all the tasks added that are very much un-done

for all the tethers to self

jostled loose and limp

not worth ratcheting tight again not today

for all the little things--

    absurd grief

    the weight you didn't lose

    the joys you rushed on from

    not chewing enough to truly taste

    maddening crushing despair

    sleep paralysis demon for waking life

--every little thing

for these--vengeance.

dull and aching into the night

blue-lit, numb, stale

and then this poem

the revenge on my revenge

exacting one final kick

of aliveness

dim-lit, livid, free