A Voicemail Left For My Psychiatrist
like most people intent on staying,
I am trying to love the world.
there’s a family of cranes
that stay close to my backyard,
even when the dog barks & barks
from the unwild side of the fence.
I am trying to be that insistent.
when you asked about the pills,
I didn’t lie. I flushed all of them, even
the ones I thought I needed,
& I erased the alarms ceremoniously.
listen: I lived through whole years where I only
commented on the beauty of
things once, maybe twice. you see
the problem, then.
I had to do something; it was desperate:
they’d been there for more than a year,
& I hadn’t noticed the cranes yet.
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