a poem is
just an upside
down song
I haven't
figured out
Lauren's grace
or why
some days
are good
and some days
are bad
while others
are just days
yesterday I was confident
January I was shitting blood
and today I am missing my sister
but I didn't
think about
death once
this week
refuse the past
be patient
with the future
I only vocalize
a fraction
of what I internalize.