entry 3/26/26

water in a paper cup /  quarter loaf of tuscan / the days are getting longer and the spirit is starting to thaw / we put it on the women to protect themselves / takes too much work to raise safe men / I write junk because every poet has published garbage / I don’t take critiques from the people still in their seats / hands clean of dirt and of good deeds / the ones too afraid to do anything / I take a bite of the toast / taste the escarole / I remember why bitterness in life is necessary.