(because i am trying to believe:)
1. that i can still be a poet
(because my teacher took notes last night and emailed me after our phone call and the subject line read YOUR JOB)
oh, thank goodness. someone else tell me, please.
YOUR JOB, DANIELLE ELISE, DANIEL ELTON, DANI WITH NO “Y.”
Believe That You Deserve The Things That Make You Happy
Don’t Punish Yourself By Thinking You’ve Already Failed
2. that this is truth
i examine my perceived failure daily, i poke at it beneath a microscope, i stand in puddles in bare feet and exclaim to passerby HEY LOOK AT WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT I AM.
and what if…
what if i just stopped doing stuff like that?
what is the start of the day did not begin with the minutes of yesterday’s sins but instead with the reminder of anything that could have been an accomplishment:
Accomplishment #1: I drove to fucking work.
Accomplishment #2: I ate a falafel wrap and the Falafel Gentleman and I were both really nice to each other.
and perhaps i stop there and consider that this is enough.
3. that this is enough.