A Lie Of Comfort

•A poem written 09/18/2022.•

I’m going to put on my black dress

A lie of comfort somehow

Set my room straight

All the sketchbooks in neat stacks

Put a video on

A strangers voice

Telling stories

Sit at the window with the rain

Cold rice in a plastic box

Keep all the lights off

I should be someone else tonight

And I’m changing

I feel it in the way I hold a wine glass

Words I say

The angle of my step

Who knows what I will become

Who knows what I’m leaving behind