Control by Catherine Titus

Control
Catherine Titus

it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing,
but you cannot stand in the middle of this;

Marianne Moore, A Grave, (1921)

Everything I’ve tried to control I lost.

Inflammatory; my fingers leave behind questions that don’t require answers.

I see futures before they happen.

If they stray the path I have chosen, my fist will contort around it.

Un-contorting to let it go has always been hard.

I could suffocate even the things without breath.

I cannot stand in the middle of us; I cannot stand in the middle of myself.

I dug our grave long before we were ready to die.


Catherine Titus / Poet / Caffeinated / Bad at Twitter

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