A Piscean Funk
stack of mail unopened to even good news
and garden boxes ripe with weeds
laundry begging to be folded
dishes pleading for their shelves
if Luka licks them are they clean enough?
I find comfort in those around me
with exit plans
shared a melancholy poem
with no promise of hope
what I need is a witness
one with a sharp memory
and a focused mind
someone whose eyes I trust
to tell me the truth
about my life
even bad news
is better than doubt
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