Day 15 – Kings

What do you do
when you are small
and the world is unfair?

What do you do
when you can’t stand up,
can’t prove it,
can’t speak out,

but can’t keep on
the same way anymore?

What do you do
when you’re right
but no one cares?

What do you do
when they’ll laugh if you quit
but keep spitting if you carry on?

Do you turn to stone?
Do you just go mad?

Do you write a poem
and call it a day?

Are we all going to die
like this
either way?

Or are some of us
really
born kings?

Day 5 – There’s A Reason

There was a reason why I stayed
and a reason why you left.

There’s a reason why we thrive
in opposite climates.

There’s a reason you never
wanted to talk about,
a fear you never
wanted to feed.

I thought you were brave,
and I was small.

There’s a reason you couldn’t forget,
a reason your whiskey mouth speaks
when the rest of you can’t,
the reason I never come up
until you got trouble.

I thought, all that time,
it was you who watered seeds
but I erupted this garden alone.

And there’s a reason I don’t need
your apologies;
why you can’t forgive
yourself.

There’s a reason we ended up here:
I was never small,
and you were never brave.

Day 215 – Small Celebrations

“I was potty-trained twenty-three years ago,
I think this calls for a drink!”

“And I have a new haircut!”
“Well I got a raise!”
“Hey, I didn’t commit suicide last night!”

If you really tried you could find enough excuses
to party every day of your life.

And hell, why not?

You don’t wanna be like
those martyrs who think
they have to earn everything
but never really do
because they’re never impressed
by themselves.

They check ‘give birth’ or
‘win the presidency’
off their to-do lists
and have half a martini
after sunrise yoga
the next day.

Nobody’s much impressed by them
because nobody likes to feel impressed
by those sorts of rigid people.

But you and me,
we could clap our backs
over checking the mailbox this week!
It’s got to be a record
how many fish sticks we ate-
confetti and drinks all around!

And we’ll invite the neighbors
who each will have done at least
four commendable things today
and no one will put our doings
on a scale and say
whose weigh more
or less.

Because if saving the world
will mean nothing anyway
and merely settling into it
is causeĀ for small celebrations

wouldn’t you rather be nice and drunk
when it ends?