4.26.21

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                   I can't tell you why I hurt,

                 why my candle light

              wavers and my sheets

            need cleaning. I can't open up to you.

        My problems are in my head even

when I pour them onto you.

Does it seem like a phase I'll pass

thru? I assure you - These are

the anxieties festering in our bodies

subject to ruthless brutality.

This society, devoid of soul and

sweetness sucks us dry

and I'm pounding

the alarm, screaming. Mom, wake up.

Get up, let's make pancakes.

You blink awake. 

Slowly, the light finds your face. Come on

mommy. Pancake! With a weary chuckle

you swing your legs 

out from under warm refuge.

Where comfort lulls you still.

Now. We're willing to believe life

can be delicious for all human beings.