“If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.”
I remember hearing this from a woman
whose face and name I’ve long forgotten,
sitting a few seats away from myself
in our little circle…
You, far away,
have uncurled your fist for the gentle one
who travels so far,
day after day,
to climb into your palm.
I’m coughing.
A heart turns over, hot.
I’m choking…
Nothing lasts forever
Neither episodes nor greetings
One day, none left
No more
I’m sick of poems
I’m sick of feeling like I’m whining
I’m sick of fear
I’m sick of caring
I’m sick to death of me and all my bullshit
Something’s gotta change
So let’s change
February 20, 2025
Swordsmen still training
Sharp winter air cuts me while
Nothing is the same