in whole foods
i grabbed volcanic clay face wipes in the checkout line at whole foods where i was buying 6 dollar juice with turmeric to clear my energy or burn the pain away or whatever miracle 6 dollar juice is supposed to perform. i grabbed the package so i could wash my face in the car and nobody would run into me still half crying, patting my face with paper towels in the bathroom before class. yes. depression is a monster that no wheatgrass or crystals can tame, no windy walks or good books or naps or other things nobody has time for can lift its weight. don’t bother with prayers. i’m positive jesus is bored with me. there are no miracles floating in the bottom of any bottle. but i do like 6 dollar juice and maybe some kind of organic carob confection. or a new water bottle that will keep my drink cold for the next century. in this landscape there is no certain road but i am lost so often i know there is always a way home. i will wind through this unmapped expanse til i find the back door. you can come with me.
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5/7/2020 05:56:19 pm
Though this poem is not as substantial as other poems that you wrote, I still appreciate it because I know that you made an effort just to come up with a good poem. I don’t know how to write a short poem because I am bad at expressing my opinion through limited words. I am used with the idea of writing a long piece so that my thought would be delivered in a more appropriate way. By the way, thank you for this poem that you shared to us!
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