2024 a poem Maybe the first in a decade As I google search me I see poems I no longer remember writing But the overall tone Remains the same Sort of a grimness of reality Which I sometimes tinge with humor Much like today Has it gotten better? Has it gotten worse? I think my naivety has buffered a lot Plus I try not to watch the news Or watch murder porn Garbage in Try not to let it in But we don’t always have That choice But my bedtime dreams Are so full of adventures I am everywhere In multiple time zones With dead relatives and Ex-boyfriends Lots of small children And snakes That I am not afraid of.
Monday, January 15, 2024
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