Sometimes, We Take in Impressions

​Sometimes, we take in impressions,
Even memories, a pink apartment
Building, that we have nothing
Left inside. Take nourishment,

If you are able, from the spikes
Of the railroad tracks, from
Everything, reinforce those other
Rails from your heart to the palm

Of your hand, and the food that you
See, the bins of avocado,
Are good, are yours, leave out
The memory of that bravado

That teetered on the edge of
Misery, leave out the discarded
Packaging materials, the scattered
Cardboard trash, let the retarded

Light seep slowly into your marrow,
Across the boundary of your brain,
Until the light is switched on
And the morning is rich with rain