Here

the window is open behind me,
but I could use some closure.

I don't remember
or I have chosen to forget
what went down back then,
that winter of 2020.

I separate suffering from survival.
I want to watch somebody learn from the world
and turn that into what they’re doing

I don’t know how your world works.
I don’t know you.
I know how my world works
and I’ll tell you about that world.

here, via these dumb poems,
written in a kitchen.