haven’t figured out how
with anti-depressants, yet.
Every year I choose
as the starting point, but I am
never ready to go.
People tell me that I need to pick
better priorities, that my resolve should be more
tugboat than raft. What they don’t understand
is that popping pills is not
like saying “Hellllloooooo!”
to an Americano in the morning.
it’s more like trying to fuck a girl
with hiccups: every crest has a trough and no one really ever gets off.
find a way to accept the numb.