This morning I woke, with many feelings running through my brain. A revisit to the poem I pushed up yesterday. Particularly, I’ve had this line from an earlier poem stuck in my lobes:

“how to live”, James Bowden

throw person your childish, playful grin, full of teeth and willing heartbreak
And I’m not sure this poem is the perfect place for it, but there’s something here once again that I want to do something with.

I’ve been quite fully inoculated this past week, everything flying by so quickly and people, people once again, and I’m not getting the proper time to read and write and love and reflect and such. I need to slow it all down, I think, but I’m reluctant to because this is the here and now. Anyhow, I am going to leave this and go read Infinite Jest in a coffee shop or something of the sort.

“Medical History”, Nicole Sealey

Was reminded of this while talking to Eve today. I quite like this poem.