today i remembered i had three humans in storage
here in this mighty friendly city where tourist flock
to view that which must be remembered: it came
upon me as i went through my mental list of up-
coming trials and tribulations - how easily it is
forgotten - these humans sitting patiently, living
their lives, waking, eating, sleeping in pods i am
told - some are homemade attorneys and judges
each debating if and but and with more time to
speak - it could all be cleared up and freedom
imminent: one of my three trusts me inherently -
it is a scary trust - a child's trust in a man's body
i find his mind deteriorating as his body follows: my
second being hates me with a fire in her eyes she
tries to hide: we're the same age, features, even hair
she is me with all the bad choices chosen: i hate her
the last is a woman who understands her plight, yet
prays to a God she just barely came across - she is
my miracle - for what i thought should have happened
did not, what i anticipate falls apart, what i bargain for
disintegrates before us - and we are left together to
try to figure out what in fact our God has planned - for
us - to be stored here or there or some other such local
