windrag : poetry : journal

i apologize to myself
for all the moments

i failed to live
my own life fully

waiting for someone
else to apologize.

note to self: songs that
made me what i am–so few
of them are clever.

distracted. the trees
in my neighborhood are deep
in conversation.

i’ve counted the books
of poems in my house, and the
spiders. good ratio.

i hope that when whoever is buying
accesses my personal data
the message is clear:
i love my people
and i don’t care who knows.