i have been writing this poem in pieces, fermenting it slowly, deepening into myself…
unemployment looks good on you. you seem lighter now that the hammer’s finally landed on your head. no one chooses the earthquake, the burn or the illness, and yet. you wear the ache like a medal. waded through the maelstrom of a life interrupted, to emerge in this bouquet of emotion. a feeling beyond reproach. now, glowing with a lack of encumbrance. drunk with possibility. you look like warmth gone wild. you are arriving.