Grateful and Greedy for Understanding Silence

a poem about needing people and needing to not talk to them

One Hundred Days of Gratitude. Thirty.

More than most things, most days (these days) I wish I could tell those patient people that I’m okay without it sounding a little like a lazy lie

some nights

on top of everything, maybe don’t look me in the eye some nights

a little too long. A little too hard to hide. Laugh at this joke. Listen to this song.

Life is going well, well moving along ask anyone. Never needed sun. No really the ghost is still enough for most some nights

I’m fine — as a matter of fact, now I think I matter, so there’s that’s something

some nights

more than most things, I want those safe harbors, safe houses, house parties, and hospitals to understand that even when they don’t hear from me

some nights or most nights or more.

It’s only because of them, some nights, that I know what it’s all for.