too many of you lost at sea big gray dots marking the disappearance last sighted
some in absentia hiding real absence, behind a teacher’s X as someone calls out present, for you so still marked “here”
periodically message them to inquire where and why they’re keeping their talent warm & selfishly to themselves
should know better than to send selfish my “just me, checking in” message every more than twice
cause then they reply
with tales that render me into stupid stillness that cards can deal such bad hands when you are already all in
so-passing along a message from Madame Kessler via a persistent dude to you
she, after enduring 11 weeks of hurricanes, followup floods and other unnamed unnatural events; sequentially called “Job” she tells you this:
“Feel free to let others in the circle know I think of them often and appreciate all the hands reaching out. It's just all a little much and I'm hanging in the best I can”
so now posted, duty done, perspective slapped and we who write of pain and life as if we knew of what we speak should start over