Written Just Now

Daily

I lay before myself

a long list
of things

To Do

To Think

To Be

There's no way to accomplish it all

I add more

sometimes even more

Not walks or stopping to smell flowers, No.

Every moment must be an accomplishment.

Then I wonder
so often
why I am so sad &
hate myself so much

Dark

Dark,

& the sound of crickets 

Blackberry Season

I reach for 

another blackberry,

thorn in my thumb.

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Grabbing despite thorns,

I eat a blackberry,

hot from the sun.