6 months
Nov 6 · 1 min read
My 6 Month Medium-A-Versary Poem
This day feels too loaded
with expectation and awe
the mystery of the future
bottles up in my neck
like the bottles of liquor
that sit on our shelf
untouched — from another
time to reconsider
reflect upon the day as if
the curves of this path mirror
the curves of my hips
that grow and fall with
consumption over time
and I am grateful to all
who hold my hands
and show me the way
as we stand in the dark
together.


