Powerless Excuse by Julia Kim

Powerless Excuses

by Julia Kim

Clumps of unwanted residue hang from my weary limbs,

Some days I fight its accumulation,

Other days I forget.

Too much time is needed,

Not enough time is allotted.

Every passing day,

The truck of inevitability

Dumps its contents upon the body of its bearer,

Me.

And the imprint it leaves,

Creates further disfigurement,

Until finally, my worn body bag is dragged

To the place where all perishables go,

Home.