polaroid disposable

Don’t follow me into that great unknown 

For I do not know where I am going.

I threw stones in my glass house until the walls caved in.

I laughed at all things morbid and took my cues 

from disposable polaroids and print journals.

Every street I walk on is my new home

Every woman I longingly gaze upon is my new sorrow.

Cold creeps in through thin walls 

And my castle crumbles to tough salt 

Before I can whisper joy.