It Will Be Another Week Poem by RIC BASTASA

another week of unbecoming
retracing genes of
great grandfathers, these vomiting
moments of our lives
what they taught perhaps
shall linger like leeches
but we like them all to leave us
so we can also
lick our own wounds without them
watching with whirlpool faces

another week of hibernation
getting to know this self like it were a stranger
knocking on my door

for a while i must accept all these
treat this stranger to a drink
vodka or rum
i may hum and make myself numb
on this mantra of manifestations
here i am
embrace me says the stranger
i have been longing to have you
and hold you tight unto my arms
let us talk
you and i.

my name is your name
and my emptiness is yours too.
let us drink to this!