to wake up
the next day
and the next day
and the next day
forever feels like
[exhaustion]

but some people see it as
opportunity
and i’d love to be one of those people

[maybe one day?]

~~~

cold air
makes me feel
so forlorn
even in the springtime
when it should be a reminder of
where we just were
(though it’s barely the temperature we’re coming from)
it feels like
everything is dying again
and i’ll be placed in my
hibernation
for my own good
because otherwise
that hibernation
would beg to be
permanent.

~~~

to create
or not to create
[for the zine]
that
really isn’t a question at all.

when one has an endeavor
that one is excited about
that one wants to be
at least close to great
one will do it
and do it
proudly.