Congrats! Now put away the gun. Take the naked razor off your wrist and reengage the child safety lid on that child safety bottle of Temazepam. Congrats on finishing another week, another day, another fucking hour, whatever it was you have currently been one-at-a-timing. Good job. You made it. Always knew you could. You made it through that arbitrary but necessary amount of allotted time. Another stay Another respite Another chance to try again Congratulations I’m fine. (That old lie tastes like static.) Another Tuesday night, Another blank screen staring back at me an old friend reminding me there’s still work left to be done Headlights from the parking lot blinking on and off six feet from my window tiny suns going supernova over and over reminding me that things exist outside my apartment walls as if I asked for that reminder as if I needed that reminder I imagine the stars are holes poked in the universe I want to see what comes spilling out But then I breathe. (Always reluctantly.) And the void breathes back at me Hello there Are we breaking? Are we glitching forward? Congrats! Now put away the gun. Take the naked razor off your wrist and reengage the child safety lid on that child safety bottle of Temazepam. Congrats on finishing another week, another day, another fucking hour, whatever it was you have currently been one-at-a-timing. Good job. You made it. Always knew you could. You made it through that arbitrary but necessary amount of allotted time. Another stay Another respite Another chance to try again Congratulations I hope you try again There is a gun against my head pressed firmly on my temple telling me to stay in bed but depression is not so easy as to fit inside a metaphor words like hope and love keep wearing out their syllables. they deflate, lose structure from overuse lose meaning from abuse They poke me full of holes And I want to see what comes spilling out It’s only a vague determination A believe that things could change That saves me from the daily shame of being me language is a rope bridge than spans a great divide but now its fraying from both ends And I’m not prepared to take that dive Not without some reassurance That everything will be alright But right now, Not every thing is alright Congrats! Now put away the gun. Take the naked razor off your wrist and reengage the child safety lid on that child safety bottle of Temazepam. Congrats on finishing another week, another day, another fucking hour, whatever it was you have currently been one-at-a-timing. Good job. You made it. Always knew you could. You made it through that arbitrary but necessary amount of allotted time. Another stay Another respite Another chance to try again [outro] Congratulations Congratulations Congratulations Congratulations I hope to try again I hope to hope to try again
