“Day 16” (April 2017)

It’s so amazing how much things can change. When I wrote this poem, my life felt like it was in shambles, and now I have so many good things happening. I’m not saying that things get better–humans are adaptive. We learn to deal, to cope. It’s almost instinct to try to make the best out of whatever we can get and to keep wanting more.

it’s day 16

of not taking my pills.

i took a semester off of college,

lost the internship,

dug through a box of underwear

for a bottle of vodka.


i guess this is how writers

become alcoholics.

i can’t even

spew out a stanza without hating myself.

so why not drown in something?


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