a life in which yes means yes and no no
though i admit to more
disappointment than success
i am far too easily
distracted too often
amused by activities that
don’t bring joy
it’s not the same as
evenings filled with reading
rubbing the stories into my
skin like lotion
trying to keep everything
soft inside
i find myself wake late at
night
watching the light creep
across the walls
the minutes slowly advancing
to the morning
