I Choose the Poison

Kurdarius Keyes

I choose the poison

I falter in my affirmations

I mourn my former smile

I meander among the spritely

I reject those weekdays wrapped in wisteria

I relinquish those mornings soothed by cooing birds

I ignore Sundays sugared by sunlight’s gaze 

I forgive myself for the foot-kicked ant beds and shoe-stomped beetles 

I forgive myself for seeing good in the reaper

I forgive myself for being

I forgive myself for

feeling nothing.