Accessibility Lure

Accessibility Lure
by Bryon Slack

This is the part where I am glass.
This is the part where I am rain.
This is the part where I confess
I’ve learned the spiritual value of pain.

A bird appears. It means my soul.
A road appears. It means my past.
I call myself a shattered bowl
and hope the metaphor will last.

I do not need to make it new.
I only need to make it clear
that I have suffered, just like you,
but sexier and more sincere.

So here’s a moon. Here’s “fading light.”
Here’s “empty room.” Here’s “silent scream.”
Please tell me this was raw tonight.
Please tell me that you felt the theme.