Presence

Sometimes
I could just walk up
And place them all between
Your skull
Line your face with it
Presence
Of which you have so much
But use so little
Like so many things
Turns you into ones own worst enemy
Ones own cursed memory
Of let downs
To the point of monetary compensation
As if
As if
That had ever done it
Plant your feet
Once
For once
Be able to say
Here I am
I am here
With full certainty

I know this
Because I store my head
In my ass
Just as easily
Sometimes