kidnap

you haven’t written a poem on purpose in years.

has it been years?

do you even know where you’ve been,

or have you been letting your body get borrowed by memories and worry?

maybe you haven’t been sleeping alone.

maybe you have been kidnapped,

finally.

if only it wasn’t your fault,

if only you weren’t your own thief,

if only you could blame it on cancer

or a parasite.

maybe, if you’re lucky,

your brother will die

& then no one will be disappointed in you for sleeping so much