i don’t know what i’m doing
and yet
i keep doing it
a year in poetry
October 5, 2024
yesterday i got the shot
yes
that shot
and the other one
and i continued to feel it
feel it
feel it
for so long
i thought discomfort and suffering
had become part of my personality
but as the vaccine reaction faded
and even though i still have a busted rib
and a busted calf for some reason
i’m not nearly as
hopeless
as i was
even earlier
today
October 4, 2024
meander into my life
and i’ll appreciate you forever/
meander out and i’ll still
talk about you
lovingly
from time to time to time/
force your way in, and i’ll find space
in my heart
for everything you have to say
and everything you represent/
but force your way out
and i’ll never ever ever ever
ever ever forgive you
~~~
the trauma and angst is heavy this morning
and yet it feels brighter
and happier
than mornings have been
lately
~~~
capture the light of life
in poetry
and maybe
life will capture you
and kiss you
and place you back
gently
into the light
October 3, 2024
i don’t know what to write about
except gibberish
and nothingness
October 2, 2024
oh no
oh no
it turned october
and instead of spooky happy cozy time
i just got
depression
October 1, 2024
it’s the helplessness that gets to me
not that i feel
un-helped
but how unhelpful i feel to those
i know
are suffering.
September 30, 2024
windshield wipers
swipe the gentle drizzle
away from my sight
as i try to listen
and hear
and absorb
and accept
this love coming at me from the passenger side
but it’s hard when your own brain gives you ways
to always counter with absurd logic
anything better than
utter self-hatred
but i’m trying
i’m trying
i’m trying
September 29, 2024
thought i’d write about yesterday
yesterday
at night, as a meditation
a mullination
on happenings and debriefings
and chill-times
but instead it was
two denny’s-es in one day
and conversations and wonderings
and connections and
i think that’s exactly what i needed
yesterday
September 28, 2024
how much of me is my poetry
and how much of me is
not?
September 27, 2024
everything last minute
every moment panic
but this is how i was trained
in the trench warfare of
gifted-kid-with-undiagnosed-adhd
late nineties