Grateful and Greedy for Understanding Silence
a poem about needing people and needing to not talk to them
One Hundred Days of Gratitude. Thirty.
More than most things, most days (these days)
I wish I could tell those patient people
that I’m okay
without it sounding a little like
a lazy lie
on top of everything, maybe don’t
look me in the eye
a little too long.
A little too hard to hide.
Laugh at this
Listen to this
Life is going
well, well moving along
ask anyone. Never needed
sun. No really
is still enough
I’m fine —
as a matter of fact,
now I think I matter,
so there’s that’s something
more than most things,
I want those safe harbors, safe houses, house parties, and hospitals
to understand that even when they don’t
hear from me
or most nights
It’s only because of them, some nights, that I know what it’s all for.