it’s a
sweatpants day/
a
chill at home
day/
a
get all the chores done
in comfort
kind of
day
and that is a-ok.
it’s a
sweatpants day/
a
chill at home
day/
a
get all the chores done
in comfort
kind of
day
and that is a-ok.
the fires
spread through my imagination
and burn up my sleeping dreams
to alert me
when i awake
to check on LA friends
and see how they’re doing
this morning
i think i know what i’d like to do today
and that is
whatever my heart desires
ominous new year’s eve thunderstorm
ringing in the ominousness that is
twenty-twenty-five
the cat sneezes
once
twice
thrice
four times
five
my goodness!
is she alright?
the corner of my eye
twitches
when staring at a screen
for too long
[two minutes is apparently
too long
today]
how come some of my best poems
are those where i turn my
whole brain off?
fearing
social interaction
but needing it
for life and living
how do i even survive
one friendship at a time
but still
i’m here
i’m writing
i’m still here writing
looking back on words
i’ve written before
[i’ve written just now]
and not believing
that was me
that was me