There is a weight on my chest
And tears in my my eyes, and
This seemed more manageable
With a scotch in my hand.
But it wasn’t. Definitely number –
Not manageable though. The
Culprit is feelings. My conundrum
Is placing them so I don’t explode,
Or intervening them so I do not
Strangle someone and/or myself.
But this is the day after Christmas
During a pandemic – that’s new!
