that comes into shape
by seeking.
since nothing is guaranteed,
Friday's have turned
into my forevers.
I look forward
to transcribing
these dumb poems.
ritual without ritual,
just words as words
therapeutic only because of repetition.
like washing the dishes
with Thich Nhat Hanh,
one tea cup at a time.
I wish other poets understood
that the general public
has no interest in what we do.
so when we speak
we are only speaking to each other,
the delusion of poetry.
mine is a straight line
to all kinds of positivities
that are really just us lying to ourselves.