Stop, wait, there is no more to share.
I’ve looked everywhere, from toes to brain,
In my heart, in my sole, both of them,
In my arm pits and leg pits and tooth pits.
I’ve already written them down,
I have no more.
No more childhood
No more teen hood
No more adulthood
No more senior hood either
There’s nothing in the bucket, either bucket
Nothing spiritual going on or pending
Nothing I’m feeling guilty about
Or angry about
Everything is buried or hiding
So just go away.
Wait, I think I found something…