Re-tellin’
She hopes you are well.
That’s her intent.
She hopes that your meetings
came quickly and went.
That those presentations
got promptly sent
See: I am unwell.
I seek your perspective to save us again.
Give it a name!
Ritalin baby.
Among many students she’s commonly used,
often abused –
for concentration,
little starvation,
She is prescribed to kids for salvation
But you know this.
Still I insist:
She’s common and old.
I wasn’t told.
Ignorance bliss?
More like abyss
But it has worked! Productive I am.
Frighteningly
unnaturally
focused: Oh man
More so than ever, Morse code for ‘better’!
Certainly get her.
How is she better?!
To get so darn focused
You’ll get so acute,
Truly! believe me
honey
there’s proof!
…
I’ve ceased to remember.
Feeling so dark.
Tanner than murk.
I’ve lost her here somewhere
during the night:
She was my savior
my chrism
my sight.
Type, Type, Type,
She’s still, cold and white,
stuck in a snare but no one knew where.
And no one knew where.
Someone once said:
“When you’re young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you’re laughing again.”
I hope that’s true.
As always,
but never
keep balance
forever
Toda for being
and also for not
I take great joy in writing your story,
I took great ploy in feeling
her glory.