temporary relief is the only relief

it is winter now and

things are breaking off of me

like icicles and I am

the kid, with the stick,

and I am beating against myself

trying, oh, hurry up the process

get all of this worry and all of this

money, anxiety, all of this

get all of this stress

out of what you can’t control

all of the winter, all of the cold,

all of the hazy days, how they

mimic what is inside my head

I can’t see much further ahead, I want to

project my feelings of the future onto

the street, in front of me, a kid

I am a kid, I am

breaking the icicles off and I am

I am feeling better, but

the relief can’t quite catch up to

all the things

hanging off of me.


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