Now

Be
the unseen
adhesive that
holds
material together

Just for good measure

Some people leave
a mark
on you like a boot print
in the mud
& on certain days they put
their foot back
in the small
of your
soul

& there’s no reason
to act surprised
anymore

as it’s basically
expected

Well

Just having trouble forgiving myself
for the details I can’t let go of
as they pass, knowing
those facts
will just jump up
& sting me
twice
down the road

maybe too
it’s my callus vanity
which makes it difficult to
reach another point
in acceptance

or perhaps it’s that
I keep forgetting
to breathe, so it’s akin to
being
stuck in time

Folding oats

Rarely do I actually get
angry

it poisons the body
too easily

acceptance is a better key

I still tend to get more angry
when in a situation
it’s inclusive
tho

anger burns the esophagus

so scarcely do I
bitterly indulge