—I AM FLAWED, BUT I AM CLEANING UP SO WELL 

 

 

acceptance

 

I keep lying to my therapist myself the mirror can’t seem to fix anything the shattered panes bones myself if a dog can do this what then a person a soul mate best friend and today is black and yeasty again pugnent unbearable unrepentant like a sinkhole without bottom a bear trap detonated vest-bomb I can’t even speak to the kids or smile at something funny that’s been said read threaded I wonder how many years it’ll take to recover joy acceptance myself without you within easy reach your snout somehow chilled and filled with love boiled over