Letter to Myself (Day 3, 2016)

Day three of National Poetry Writing Month.

stop trying so hard
you stink of effort
like b.o. and ego
it’s not pleasant
not like your old stuff
the funny stuff
before you thought you were an artist
you actually seemed to enjoy writing
the joy was infectious
but you read the reviews
took yourself seriously
thought you were going places
I could have told you
there’s nowhere to go
just here
just this
is that so bad?

let go of art
you can’t carry it
it’s crushing you
cast it down 
start skipping again
don’t worry
there’s enough worry out there already
accept what comes
be surprised and grateful
this is where you belong
this is your life
you’re lucky to have even this



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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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