I Am This Year’s Asshole

by on March 23, 2021 :: 0 comments

this year… I had forgotten you.
not exceptional, I had forgotten almost everyone

I had forgotten my mother, sister, brother
and all friends

I was thinking only of me,
my mask-wearing, wash-handed
diluted me

I was wearing a mask,
but it was not a mask
it was a metaphor

to be in pain and see: clouds
covering the whole sky
that never lift

but if they did:
see me
naked

not really caring about my fellow man,
just scared and scared and scared.

Waking up, breathless and covered
in my own sweat.

editors note:

The time is coming (soon, we hope) when we assholes may atone. Meanwhile, take comfort; we’re not alone. – mh clay

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