To the voice in my head holding me accountable: this is the latest that I have posted one of these daily poems, but the way I’ve been approaching this challenge, the day isn’t over until I go to bed. I worked all afternoon & then went to see Avengers, so of course I didn’t finish my poem until now.
Nightmares never force me to face my worst fears,
Which I suppose I get enough of during daylight.
I avoid funerals by hiding in the back of the hearse, so to speak.
I assess each building I enter in case I die there and have to haunt it.
Isolated pains are unsatisfactory to jealous, aching body parts.
Forgiveness is a socially, legally, and economically dubious taboo.
Ghosts don’t talk to me anymore.
I’m left to wonder what I’d say if I were them.
April 25th, 2019
The Favoring Wind 