Today, sleep was no
more exhaustive than
any other night after night.
But somehow, my dreams
connected in a pipe
and signaled to me what the
Fragments were trying to tell me
all long.
I wish sometimes that I
had known this sooner,
as perhaps I wouldn't have
carried depression deep into
my bones, thinking this is
all I am good for and worth.
YOU ARE READING
TO FAIL SO FLAWLESSLY
PoetryEDITS IN PROGRESS: A prose-poetry chapbook exploring themes of insecurity, doubt, lost fabrics, and what it means to fail so flawlessly.
