How can one not be anxious (even disregarding
all personal tragedies) when one feels
the earth’s slowing? Heck, even reading
(which once provided solace!) degrades
into news stories about Trump and Mitch McConnell.
It’s like everything is built to cause
terror: unknown other people (who, statistically,
are less likely to hurt you than your family
and friends), our ecology is a mess, 
and don’t get me started on the food system!
Honey, it’s hard to find joy
but I’ll take it where I can: in poisoning
cigarettes, fatty food, poems, and you
when you’re sober.