Jam

I am bothered

All of my poems start with "I"

See here

What I loathe

What better to say when each word starts in my eyes

With each glance at life

Every oozing ounce

Filtered through my "I",

I open doors of my mind with my "I's 

I tell you the feelings in the front seat of my stomach

and you ask me what "I" want-

I want to return to Earth more often than lately

To fold back into myself when I walk too far away

Birth Death Revival and Decay 

Apples falling from trees

I saw one rotting between the street and the other street

I saw myself inside the core

I crush the sweet fruit with my firm shoe 

It's jam now and the children run across it

I am just jam

I am my every happening mashed into one body

A body that "I" am only borrowing 

Ancient teachers tell us to be swinging doors but how am I to be anything 

when there is no me at all

There is no me for them to find and no "I" to evolve-

Revolve

I am just jam