Hairshirt - Pile

The dependence saddens and disgusts me

But I know the leash won’t tighten

And I know the eyes won’t strain

And not one part of you

Yearns for whatever is beyond

The plot you lawfully purchased

But I still have a hairshirt of purpose

That I claim to love

I keep it in my closet and dream of the day

That I don it again and subsequently set it ablaze

A look further back

I see nothing: no wooded area, no thaw and no freeze

Just scuffs and pinholes

In drywall that’s twelve years old

Pathetic

So I party eremetic