writing poetry
to local news
and fake laughter
and small chit chatter

writing poetry
as the world falls apart
and explodes
and explodes
and explodes
half a globe away

writing poetry as my life
has fallen to inverse-seeing
and yet i still feel stable
and yet i still feel
nearly able
to be happy

writing poetry
far away from home
but back in a home
i once knew better
than i’ll ever
know myself

writing poetry
that’s my through line
that’s my safety net
that’s my commonality

and only a few of my people
know it
read it
know me
from it

but that’s ok
since i’m writing poetry
[mostly]
for me