stupid relief tree

who are you,

you to me. I feel dispensable, a soap container

a plague, or mono. maybe. Never been kissed.

a tumultuous stirring, a soap box, anti-abortion signs in the middle of a college campus. I stop frat-


Internalizing every tidbit, every

upheaval, every breath


inhale, every breath restrains. thought leaves rustle. thoughts leave.

an anecdote, a pun, a pen, empty on its last limb


I feel as alone as a speck of sand in a toddlers shoe as she hurdles a tantrum. zen

I breath. Subdued. one. two. three.

every follicle, pore, every poor overworked thought tightening around my throat like a nuis-


I let go. one. two. three.

and I grow.