by Marisa Siegel
You are confused.
Things are breaking but you feel lighter. You can’t put yourself out there without failing. You can’t fail. The trick questions are lining up and you are underprepared.
The course in question remains.
These are dreams that no one should covet. (And yet/) The animal behavior that your sleep hides for you is ever present.
There will be no phone call.
You have only the perpetual search. The semi-fictional drawer and boxes. The unforgiving but concrete unfictional facts.
This is only another day.
Possible. Passable. You can’t move forward without them.