come sit with me
eat an olive,
i know you
like them, and don’t forget
those sacrificial papers,
you need something
to hold the burden
recollect,
as bud burns bright
and we welcome smoke
as an accomplice.
i’ll ask you as you ask me,
are we adrift?
carried by a burly breeze,
and, like that wispy smoke,
fading evermore.
are we fallen?
cursed by a paradigm
of failure, hoping to find
the keys to a car
with no wheels.
are we to rise?
ascending to freedom
so foreign we cannot
prove it exists.
i hope, for our sake,
you have an answer
for me
next time, maybe then
you’ll ask me to sit with you
offer me an olive,
you know i
love them dearly,
and remind me to bring
those sacrificial papers
a burden was born to be burned