In the quiet 
that’s now become 
I hear the 
call of kettle 
and the clank
of coffee cups 
as though they’re 
impatient little ones 
trying to figure 
out their way 
around the kitchen 
in a minute 
I holler as
I drag myself 
across cold floors 
to witness that
there’s no one 
here but me 
myself and I 
my divine cabal 

The hardest thing 
to let go 
is the only 
thing that’s not 
good for you 
why is that 
because it means 
that you have 
settled your debt 
to your broken
self and are
now finally free 
to invest fully 
in your new 
and healthy you

I have had 
to gnaw off
two paws caught 
in separate traps 
to keep living 
I chose front 
and not rear 
I figured that 
moving forward would 
be better than 
foraging and eating 
I was right 

Most put love 
on a pedestal 
and pursue it
with the verve 
of the holy
grail when in
fact it’s as
common as breathing 
love never wants 
to be a
trophy or prize
love wants more 
than anything else 
to breathe in 
every single breath 
that we take 

Strange this empty 
no hurry to 
fill there is 
something to be 
said sometimes about 
staring into the 
bottom of something 
absent of longing 
aware of time 
and what it
had meant once