What Is Crossing Over? Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It hardly feels like I had a break at all
The light swallows the will but it does not dent intent
When they told me to stay put, I stepped out

Coconut breaks and it feels like a vision of obstacles breaking
Guess I'm coming over and I'm bringing turpentine improvisations
That peel the cover off today's harangue
And shows that which is dreamed of from birth to death

Cripple sideways industry so it only goes in one direction
Guess I'm coming over and I‘m bringing generic autobiography
They'll romanticize the most mundane aspects of life

Sensing your shame, the medical staff hang their heads
Looking around to see who's come over
And it's silent without tension

The muscle contractions and the lack of magic were not what you expected
The congenial scold reminds you how much you kept this disappointing duration inside
And the hope that the big fade out lives up to the decades of disappointment that preceded it