Tragic Salvation

One Poem
by Ezhno Martin

Because the thought of going to dinner gives you a panic attack (like you wouldn’t know what fork to use or the waiter might be as awkward as you)

I can not save you
on my best days
I am only better company than yourself
and on my worst
you will wish I had plans that didn’t involve you
some days
I will be pleasant to have around
and on others I’ll almost be amusing
if I wasn’t such an asshole
you will lie
deny that you know me like Peter
tell people I’m dead like Paul
Even as you love me
you will hold out hope that
I will change
on my worst days
you will try and convince yourself
that I was never any good in the first place

So I cannot save you
from the parts of yourself you don’t like
because you won’t even like me most of the time

But you will talk about me more than you’d like to
even when you like to
because there is a tragic intrigue
in seeing things no one else does
or at least seems to
and as we keep secrets
everyone else knows
and all our conversations become esoteric
and subconscious
it will be easier to live in stories
and live on in stories
if you and I can always
only be the better story
and not just the things we’re afraid could be true
your salvation will be in being
a glass all-the-way-full pessimist
who drinks it
just because
and fuck it anyway

But then,
it’s not me
that saves you
is it?


Ezhno is a cross-dressing psycho-shitstorm from Long Island currently deep in hiding in Kansas City. Ezhno doesn’t believe in gendered pronouns, American exceptionalism, conventional punctuation, or the prescribed barriers that segregate cultures (at least philosophically) and keep them from rising up as one Proletariat. Ezhno has nicer legs than your girlfriend (everyone has a girlfriend).


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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