Past Life

 
Zen numbness is my satori.

One more vodka shot to kill my desires that stalk my monkey brain,
where sisters and mothers and daughters bleed,
hands sewn together in ritual marriage,
I dream of satori in a hazy hospital room,
my life is theirs,
please reincarnate my soul,
we will meet again and again, I hope
laughing and smiling at our new bodies,
our roles reversed, always in love
drinking through the night till we black-out.