PLEASE (AF #4)

Please don’t let that smug conviction

cloud your truth

don’t let the mirrors show you back

the hard eyes of what your thought

it meant to be

adult

don’t contain

some act of loyalty to self

nobility of notions

at least they act

no you have to love you have to

cave to being concave to being

a plane that touches the lines of

all the other planes that make

the face of 

wet eyes,

glory be

Another excuse

We've been bracing for
And the sun is out
But the day is too
Dreary

I haven't made the phone calls
I haven't figured out how
To be
Better

constant catch-up

she lies in snores on the floor
unaware that the world has changed
does she sense the anxiety?
i sit with my hand on my stomach
knowing it's time to eat but
unable to leave the screen
there's too much happening that can't be ignored
but i read that article that says
i need to ignore some things
and my eyes are permanently bloodshot
and itchy
and hurt
and the headache is moving in
but i can't stop refreshing the screen