I’m mad for music
that expresses my aches, joys
no words, (preconceived)
I’m seeing a psrynk. She challenged me this week to make a list of things I don’t like about myself. You all should do it. Its terrible. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to be honest with yourself with pen and paper. In this vein, I will attempt to offer a series of like-minded haiku about self-discovery and disappointment.
*Decided that I’m not going to do this. Making the list was hard enough. I’m not ready for such concerted emotional effort.