piñata

I long to shed this bulk
flesh and bone cocoon
something in me longs to expand

A quark
flickering into Andromeda

When will this coma-grey fog dissipate?
shouldn't years have absorbed it by now?
something in me suffocates hope

A stone
tied to a rope

I wait to close my eyes
drift into unfamiliar pastures
something in me remembers

A dream
of shouting into empty silos

I know now that I want nothing
nothing is all I want
something in me is too full

A piñata
stuffed with rat poison