I thought about photographing my crêpe
But then, I thought, then
It will no longer be solely mine.
Here’s a handwritten/scrawled poem. Because a) it’s easier than typing it out, and b) doesn’t it just look better this way?
Prioritizations passed down
From leaders, peers and self
Trying to put in order
Of most to least likely
To cause a crisis
If ignored
But then I escape
Rediscover
That childhood secret refuge
Look up — up — up
And
Who am I to ignore
This tree’s priority
Of being looked at
Of being appreciated
For its gnarled bark
Its high, reaching limbs
Stretching — stretching
Who am I to say that
The contemplation
Of what caused
That bend — and
That knot
Is less crucial
Than anything sitting in my inbox