Dissociation

I divorce my brain fog.
I divorce my tear smeared history.

My North Sea storm tossed vessel.
My sandy longing seeking the far shore.

I divorce my random disappearances.
My Civil War battlefield archeology.

I divorce my overindulgences
in dark chocolate and baseball.

I divorce my passive-aggressive taunts.
My afternoon sports talk television.

I divorce my willful ignorance.
My voiceless suffering.

I divorce my penchant for wishbones
long shots and Hail Marys.

Published by Kenneth P. Gurney

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