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

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