is this all i am
now?
an evening-poem-writing
Kip?
will i ever poem again in the morning
light?
is this all i am
now?
an evening-poem-writing
Kip?
will i ever poem again in the morning
light?
there were only two things
i needed/wanted
to do today
and i did neither
(but that’s ok
because
breaks are important
and rest is necessary
and we did other
important
things
otherwise
and now
these tigers
are ready for
bed)
first shift
at the front dest
first shift
to show my responsibility
first shift
of a work-study
that could mean so much more
(it already does
the family
of course)
first shift
don’t let your anxiety
your overthinking
get in the way
of just
enjoying
your
first shift
first shift
first shift
of many
granting myself grace
to make some mistakes
and take a little break
for a day
(or two or three)
why
do i love
so much
sitting next to the
fake fire
and
heating my cold
wet
bones
while perpetually
sitting
(gayly)
on the floor
?
there is no moral
superiority
between remembering daily chores
and remembering monthly bills
we are all just trying to
survive
[i must remind myself]
oh space heater
shaped like a wood fire
glowing with false embers
warm my bones
and dry my socks
and let this floor-sitting/floor writing
be worth it
oh yeah!
i wrote
last night
creatively
script-ily
a whole scene
i can do it
i can write
(other than poetry)
but i sure can
still write
a whole bunch
of
poems
~~~
there are things
to do
today
and i’m actually
excited
to do them?
~~~
sad
puppy dog eyes
gazing up at me
as if i could protect her
from everything
i will try, Computer,
i will try
even though
the depression still hits me
it doesn’t seem quite as
self-hating
as usual
[today]
the puppy
plays with her ball
not a care in the world
meanwhile
the cat
cares deeply
about the food
that has yet to be
hand-delivered
to her