when one asks you to share a poem of your own
what do you send

a poem from years ago
full of uncertainty

a poem from yesterday
filled with confusion

a poem of love
a poem of sadness

a poem with rage
a poem with fear

secretly all fatigued

they're all filled with bits of my life

I sowed each letter and word
I tied them together
with my breath
finished the last sentence

I don't know which of all to send
I have no favorites
one is not better than the rest

I'll send one from today
if it's still breathing