I’m not afraid of anything, I want it all
“Roman Holiday,” The National
i am over full
i am overwhelmed
when i cry i am over full
but i am not sad
when i go silent i am over full
but i am not mad
i sit here silent & crying
i sit here alone
“I’m not afraid of being alone
I just don’t know what to do with my time”
you ask me if i am sad
you ask me if i am mad
you think i want everything
you think i want too much
i am so over full with you
sometimes i can barely stand
when i cry i am over full
but i am not sad
when i go silent i am over full
but i am not mad
“I can’t look at everything
hard enough.”
i sit alone at a bar
beads on a pint of beer
asked if i am reading Vonnegut
i say it is a novel by a Korean writer
but nothing is about beer or a novel
i am crying & silent inside alone
that is not me on the barstool
drinking another pint as i read
i have fallen into the black-hole well of me
that is the black-hole well of you & us
if you are looking for me i am always
waiting for you at the bottom of this well
crawl inside of me
to be inside of you
like overwhelm
i am redundant
i am over full
i am overwhelmed
—P.L. Thomas
Selected Poetry 