Poem by Brooke McNamara

Stop with me


Stop.  Stop working.  Stop trying to stop working.  

Stop trying.  Stop being lazy.  Stop searching for meaning.  

Stop landing anywhere.  Stop acting confused.  Stop.


Stop locking up your mysteries.  Let me in.  Stop rearranging the surface features of your life.  Stop thinking deep is deep.  Stop thinking blood is red.  Stop hoarding the blood-red wisdom unborn in you.


There’s got to be a better way.  Do you love me?  Stop

loving me.  Stop unloving me.  Stop tearing me apart.  

Stop with me.  Let’s stop together.  Six seconds.  Ready.  Set.  Stop.


Now let’s stop together forever, 


and let the stopping go.