This poem is a salve for when you avoid responding to that text because you have had too much of yourself to make any sense to anyone else.

This poem is a deep breath for the days when you must go out into the world.

This poem is a sigh for those hours when you know your best friend is awake, but you don’t want to bother them.

This poem is a wave for the beach shaped like a couch that you have found yourself marooned upon.

This poem is a sneeze to clear the stale air that you have allowed to gather inside your heart.

This poem is an arrow for the direction you want to go when you lack the affirmation to know for sure. 

This poem is a pedicure for the weary feet you have not allowed to rest.

This poem is a thunderstorm when you least expect it during an afternoon that has already been lost to you. 

This poem is a song to find other like figures.

This poem is a reflection at your absolute lowest moment of being.

This poem is a trap for the ghosts we thought we had banished in our past.

This poem is a conversation that you have been trying to have for months, but after having it with only yourself for that long, you have found so many holes in your logic that only dust now holds it together.

This poem is an alarm to stir yourself back to insanity.

This poem is a home for everything you have thrown out.

This poem is a world bountiful enough for everyone.

This poem is a lunch meeting that is never long enough no matter how many times it happens.

This poem is a chance.

This poem is a lie.

This poem is a truth.

This poem is whatever you need it to be.