"where is it from"/"I don't know we'd have to read that passage now wouldn't we?"
i had been squatting in my sorrow
sipping up the artist goop
tapping my spoon in its muck
swirling it around
wadding in the pool of thickened joy and absence of
but somewhere along the way
I was gifted a forever stay at home
and sick in my luckiness and fortune of comfort
a smile quickened across me
sinkin' itself into skin
like a limerick
on my face.
the sorrow was wiped away and tucked into emails and handed to me next to the forbidden cheese i can now eat in the pockets of my apartment with my partner and our air
and next to it all the wittiness of the movies, of the old romance movies, and the late-night sessions of ketchup
all over that homework pile.
he told me that I was saved by a pandemic and the smile widening and my heart rattled like a rat in an ally in all seasons
what a sickness i have to
wishing the worse
but i could just show appreciation versus complaints
but it's got to be woody.
this is not a promotional poem** still researching the yesteryear **