Day 101 – Take Two

She said take two
when you’re stressed
and let me know
how that works

But I get so down
that I take three
or four or five

One time I took
the whole bottle
and I showed up at her door
in a panic-

“What’ll happen to me now?”

So she gave me gin and tonic
and she told me not to worry-
“It’ll all be over soon anyhow”

She peeled back the label-
they were candy after all!
and I haven’t worried much
ever since.


Day 359 – That Panic You Get When You Do Something Awesome And Then You’re Like Wait Maybe It’s Actually Terrible

It’s a lot of fun to dream
and push yourself
and think you’re great,
especially if you are.

But don’t get ahead of yourself, chief.

Because if you don’t get
the sloppy, bridge-jumping panics
at least a little every time you try,
then you’re aiming for tree trunks
on purpose.

Don’t be that guy.

And if you’re chuggin’ along fine
when the meltdown hits,
well, don’t let it hit you
too hard.

‘Cause maybe you aren’t
far enough down the road
but at least you got
somewhere to go.

And maybe you’re up there
in the winner’s circle
sweatin’ ’cause you think
you don’t belong-

but don’t worry about them,
don’t sweat people
’cause they all get the panics,

Day 288 – I Wonder

I wonder if it’s because you feel me
that you reach to touch
thin air.

I wonder if you roll over at night
half-awake, for hogging the blankets
when I’m not there.

I wonder if you know I’m leaving
at all-
if it’s only subconsciously
that your instincts react
to pull
but you don’t know why.

I wonder if some part of you panics
to sense that I’m already gone.

I wonder where you were
when I left.