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.