the rotten bananas remain on the hook,
browning and sagging,
dispensing a putrid odor into the room
of spoiled sweetness.

the small patches of burnt yellow
become overtaken with dark brown,
like a disease, spreading faster and faster

the tough, impenatrable skin slowly
decays into a soft, mushy clump
that although, is penetrable, is undesirable.

to remembering why i love myself
to taking care of myself today
to finding happiness today
to going outside
to getting out of bed before noon

I was a single grain of coffee
floating in the porcelain mug
that was your heart

there is just so much to do
now
and later
and then
and before
and should-have's
and wishes
where does one start?