i definitely feel like my concentration is a bit
gone
these days

don’t know if i’ll get it back

don’t know if i want it back

but i suppose
this is how
human-ness goes

~~~

how many times must i
write ‘how many times must i’
until it captures this tiredness
from life
and structure
and stricture
and strife
enough that i can leave
that openng phrase
behind?

~~~

don’t know if that poem is
exactly what i was trying to say
but hey —
i said it.