day four.

amateur.
i see the trees, instead
of the forest.
though i am part
of this forest;
of words and writers,
and their rules,
that i follow
incorrectly.

i look at
the golden stars,
knowing that they are
more miserable
than i.

day three.

the alive drives towards
their death,
as
the car drives past
its exit.


another reminder
of my eating habits.

heart.

=.

day two.

you shouldn't have to recover
the day after
the day after
new years eve.

i don't eat ham,
but her dinner sounded
good.

day one.

i lost myself again
in the haze
of transforming back
from scorpion
to jenni.

the best way
to not feel like
shit
about anything you've done
is to completely separate
your one self
from the other.

that,
and admitting to yourself
that
it happens.

new years resolution.

i don't believe in such things,
everyday can hold with it a new resolution,
even if it's just duct taped on it.


however, i resolve to write a poem every day.

yes it is the second, i have failed already.
but i'll give myself a second chance on this second day and catch up.