ALL MY POEMS ARE THE SAME FOUR RECYCLED FEELINGS OVER AND OVER,
which is to say, when I see a bird I will feel awe, and it will feel new and wondrous every time. This world is filled with birds. Do you see what I mean?
I only have four feelings and I recycle them because that's what they told me to do in school. Because they say write what you know, and there's nothing I know like the power of a new name. Like the ache a want can dig. Like the fear of loss, of you.
There's nothing I know like self-indulgence, like overpromising in poetry as an apology for what I can't say. As a way to say anything other than the fact that I go to bed hungry most nights. Because it's easier to say burn it all down than every time someone touches my face I bleed.
All my poems are the same four recycled feelings over and over because I don't know how to write about the friend I lost. Or the lies I tell. I don't know how to make it sound good. I don't know how to write the ending.