11/17/2025

If I sit and think awhile,

I might conclude a thing or two

about a thing or two–

that this world can be cruel and small

and pain is often bled through 

needlepoints in our broken skin,

next year’s hope is a luxury

reserved for those who can afford it,

and I don’t believe a word of any of it.

Winter and early snows make 

all thoughts of mortality dire,

but life ought to be long and jagged

and taken none too seriously.