August 25, 2023

the pull
of the iud string/
the cramps
from a new one entering,
do not hurt me.

but the crash of a mug that wasn’t mine to break;
or a tiny pebble stuck in my shoe
for each step, bothering, not stabbing;
or something sticky
and i can’t tell what;
or the tag of a shirt;
or an uncomfortable sitting position —
those all make tears
appear
in my eyes.

but actual pain?
worst pain of my life?

nah.

August 24, 2023

puppies
and cats
and kips
and me
and this house
already filled with memories
and at least one ghost
from the ’90’s
and spooky music
all year long

and that’s what makes a family

August 19, 2023

where did these sads come from?
why do they appear
in the midst of what should be
a happy time?

how are they somehow
related
to that happy time?

like i can’t let myself
get swept up in the moment —
i need to remind myself
in every moment
of joy
that despair
and tragedy
exists.

like if i let go
of the depression
that runs everything,
the glue that holds my whole being
together
will loosen
and split
and i’ll fall
apart;

and i just want
to be
myself

[someday]

[someday]

August 17, 2023

maybe
i just need food

maybe
i just need water

maybe
i just need a nap

maybe
i just need a break

maybe
i just need to accomplish
all the things i have
on my forever to-do lists
before i can feel
accomplished
in life

and maybe
that’s impossible,
but still i’ll
probably
try