i. post-grad
recently shorn from our
in loco parentis
we wonder
will we ever be cradled again?
can we at least be salvaged
for usable parts?
ii. basics of survival
my sustenance comes
mainly from a greasy and buzzing black box of late
not of my own volition:
i am a trained pavlovian
salivating for microwave mashed potatoes
at the sound of the bell
iii. we were promised
grandeur
astronaut, lawyer
odyssey years
grandeur
jobs, hot food
accessible health care, rewards for intellect
grandeur
fantasy that was
a subset of reality
grandeur
iv. weaning off
i’ve been hearing that phrase
a lot lately
is it that bad to go it
cold turkey?
withdrawal symptoms
are a real bitch
so i let go slow
breaking pills into halves
and halves of halves
because i’m not sure when the insurance will kick in
and honestly taking two days off of this
shit
feels like the world is giving everything it’s got
to crash on me from the outside
creeping to the center
for a brief moment i realize
this is the only thing i’ve done in the last few weeks
to prepare for the future
