I never trusted anyone
not even myself; but...
Do you ever feel like
you are just going...
You said you saw me waving
from across the crowded bistro...
As dawn lights ablaze with bright colours,
the iridescent wings of a butterfly shine...
Shhh, tread lightly...
Lest you are particularly...
I always thought January
the cruelest of months...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
I was an awkward child.
Stumbling over my feet...
All black lives matter,
but you'd never figure that...
I can't help but fail.
Nothing can prepare you for...
The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted...
As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...