Six More Weeks

if my heart cast a shadow,

would you look for me in

basic anatomy, the underlying

veins and arteries?

if my lungs cast a shadow,

would you see the black,

the smoke that got stuck

in between every crevice?

if my internet search history

cast a shadow, would you see

that I am trying so hard

to get better at this writing thing?

if my personal history cast a shadow,

would it be spring?

or would it be perpetually winter

another six weeks

of the same stories recycled

over and over until they don't

mean anything?