Quitting

I’ve been thinking of quitting ‘storytelling.’

It’s a badge I’ve been wearing since Windows 98,

Since before metal pins on backpacks and graphite horse sketches were cool.

We’ve traded the dial up pace for a cyber-shouting race

And I’m tired.

 

I’m trying on ‘listening and rest.’

It’s nice to not fight for light.

I don’t want the lead role in the spring musical, regardless.

Please. You be Maria Von Trapp. I’ll come and watch your blue dress spin.

I’ll probably cry when your high notes tremble in our hearts, beautifully earnest.

 

When did this thing that I love to do—

Rearranging heart fractures into little mosaics

With dusky hope and shaking fingers

When did this thing that I love to do

Lose its simple earnestness?

2 thoughts on “Quitting

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s