March 15, 2023

sitting here
at the corner of my table—
the table i write at daily
but slightly offset
from most mornings—
writing about depression
and despair
and i see a heart
lightly etched into
this table
that came to us
secondhand

the heart could be a human marking
it could be a grain of the wood
it could be a scratch that so perfectly emulated
the hearts we draw
complete happenstance

but i find it
both sanguine
and sad
that while writing poetry
meant to allow
myself to feel those lulls of utter
darkness
i glance over
and see
a symbol
of hope

March 13, 2023

“do you regret
what you’ve done?”

“absolutely not,
nazi scum.”

[a poem inspired by a lesbian couple
on the island of jersey
who harassed nazis for four years
before being caught
and jailed]

March 12, 2023

today is the daylight
when winter first feels like spring
when the solemn bleak nights
wait one more hour
and our mornings
are still fairly filled
with sunlight
(if you get up early enough
but not too early)
today is the daylight
when i start to be able to feel
like i can breathe again
like i can feel again
after months of frozen freezing
over and over and over again
i’m thawing
with the sunlight
because today
is the daylight.

March 10, 2023

writing
but maybe not poetry
(and defs not in the morning)
but here i am, a good little enby
making up for lost hours
writing post-writing
into the document
which will then adjust
and edit
and make it into the wordpress
and then be released unto the [virtual] world
all so i can keep up a streak
/
feel accomplished at something
/
feel more at home in my brain
/
express and share and maybe give y’all something to think about
/
probably other reasons as well

so i guess i’ll leave this here/there
[this un-poem poem]
and go

March 9, 2023

little puppies
just getting the all clear
to walk and run and jump and play
on all four legs
and here comes
a lump
a possible tumor
and why is this perfect puppy
not showing perfection
in her vet visits???

~~~

catching up
with poetry
feels like
catching up
with feelings
with emotions
with processing things
i have a hard time
processing

i suppose
that’s
a good thing

~~~

i starting thinking
in poetry
about a year ago

but today i started
dreaming in poetry
for the first time

(does it [all] mean anything?)