YOU

think you have it all figured out
but things are looking suspiciously different
and familiar.

it’s the same room, but different
same shelves
your glowing world is new

what if you were to invest as much in yourself
as you pay to them
others
him

how are you any different from the ones you tell to focus on themselves
you say:
but i don’t need to
i’m ready
i know me
now i’m looking for you.

how much happy with and bayou?
you have glimpses
tastes
brief flashes of ticklish solitude

yours is a life worth living
your writing is blocked
as is your life.

rip it down with this newly acquired knife.