Reid@YWP

For years people worshiped Nature, she would help bring nutrients and food the the people.

We'll march with cardboard signs

rainbow letters pretend

that we're happier than we are 

because we understand

the depth of this hole we've dug ourselves

into

the fire we've fed 

I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of

sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green

marsh I call (uselessly) 

home.

My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices

saying

…

Happiness is a cup of tea

Steeped to bitter perfection
 

It is humming along to a favorite melody

Slightly off key (as usual)

Happiness is a sad smile

Shared with an old friend