Optimism

[image error]My head hurts less than my life —

It’s probably just allergies.

I’m allergic to bullshit.

My hands hurt less than my head,

ragged nails, I taste my own blood,

a sacrifice, a self-sacrament.

A digestion of stress, cracked skin a mess.

My feet hurt less than my hands —

carrying the groceries,

my protection pounds,

my swallowed secrets.

my dirty towels.

My lungs hurt less than my feet —

I’m good at gasping at air,

counting till the spots disappear.

My brain hurts less than my lungs,

until the next day —

after I made it go away.

My heart hurts more than yesterday.

But less than tomorrow.

Right?

Less than tomorrow.