i am like a gray cloud
not pretty in this sky.
i disappoint and displeasure
all the passerby.
this depression
is not a "this" thing
it just
is.

its me.

I went on a walk today.
I wore my blue dress,
the one with the pockets,
you remember?

I went on a walk today.
Two sparrows were singing to each other.
I wondered what they were saying.
I do wish I could sing back,
you know.

I went on a walk today.
The neighbors told me I looked like springtime.
I smiled back and it felt like dancing.

I went on a walk today.
Two skips down the road,
they say,
three skips down the road,
they sing.

I went on a walk today.
The world was dripping with honey.
Sticky sweet. And so thick you
might drown in it.

I went on a walk today.
The trees were sighing in the sun,
and the rusty weather vane was brittle in reply.
I wonder when the last time was
that they danced.

infantile death spectrum
blood is litter is
carry on and other unassailable tears
wretched vacuous laughter