The thought of a month of poetry has turned
This morning from the
of yesterday, to the
Crushed Oppressive Dread
Oh yes. I remember now. I remember my life-
long victim's plea to be loved. Look at me!
Look what I can do! Now you will see!
It always leads to failure,
It always leads to despair,
To a frozen inability to perform,
And a sad paralyzing depressive dread,
That brings the terrifying life-denying prediction to life.
But, but, but, but I know it will be different.
I know I don't have to, I might not, oh, why
did I say I would do it.
Everyone will see.
Everyone will know.