I have “messed up” so many times, I bore myself
with apologizes and I look up at the sky and laugh,
for I am not sorry anymore. I will not apologize
I will be honest to my emotions,
and if I mess up, I know you will be there to reflect
ugliness my way, and this is why the religion of
the Human Condition is superior.
I will tell my truth and connect with those
who subscribe to authenticity.
I will heed my desires with reason,
unless I cannot, and I will forgive myself
for making mistakes, for being imperfect.
I will not laugh awkwardly and look around when
I trip or fart, I will carry on.
I will speak my poetry out loud because
that is the language I know how to communicate.
I will offend and praise and embarrass and love
and live shamelessly. I will grow old(er) and keep
my eyes open and my stress down.
I will try, to the best of my ability, and that
includes laziness. I will sleep longer than I should
when I need to. And I will question love and life
and death and think too much and eat too much and
drink too much and dance too much and hurt myself
and kiss too hard, or too much.
I pray to the boundaries and the edges that I have yet to find,
and I will declare them here! As poetry!
Let’s hold hands.