Poem 13

Once again I say to myself
"you know you can't" I struggle with my
trembling mind, focused in frustration.
Another snake fallen from Medusa's
worried head, another cold sunrise
in a generic motel bed. Just let go.
Stop filtering and worrying. Enough staying up
past midnight, creeping out of bed with
pajamas and teddy bear clamped tight in tired arms,
bringing tiny hands to the light to see if they're
really made of sand.