It’s open on my couch.
I wonder
if I really must do the hardest things to be worthy
of myself
of others
do I really need to be impressive with Japanese
do I really need to show my work – how much I studied
how long it took me to write an essay how many times I
didn’t cry
wanted to
how tough I really am how little I use the flee response
I freeze I fawn I fight fight fight.
I missed the deadline.
Favorite pastime.
There should be some in-between, no? Can I get a little in-between?
Can’t I put my feet up and be as worthy of the room as the furniture?
The bouquet is not too dry to hang on the wall.
That open letter.
They took away my health insurance again.
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