gift me,
untwist me,
unasked,
with kindness, caring,
holiday wrapped,
with a grace
that is
reserved for humans,
that is

precisely astounding

that I need thank
whatever deity that breathed life into
this sinking vessel this morning
for the opportunity to state,
untwisted, unasked,
thank you...

why stick around at HP,
a question asked frequently,
so many dropping like
flies from the summer heat,
reasons varied

me, tired of the excesses
bad poetry, hailed,
good poetry, ignored,
bad taste celebrated,
good taste, craft, hard work,
are,
you know...


so why stick around?

through it, I have found
a troupe, a collective,
of human beings
from all over the world,
for whom
sadly know,
I will never possess
the metaphors, the adjectives,
to properly hail and thank


but I will keep on trying...

It's like everything I've ever know,
Is just an assumption.

You make it so easy,
For me to cry,
To get hurt.

Yet I've never received,
Any apologies,
As empty as yours.

You put in no effort,
I do,
Now I'm worn out.

I guess it's possible,
*To run out of tears