I tell myself that it’s okay to give up,
throw the towel in, close the chapter.
It’s important to know one’s self
and stay realistic with limits.
Gotta look out for number one, gotta put
me first, gotta consider my options.
But I don’t. I’m not tenacious, not a
dog with a bone. But I’ve gnawed down to the
marrow of every problem in my life. When I
look down, it’s my own arm between teeth.