May Day

The light is hazy and the

Ghosts are here and

I Don’t think I know the difference between them and

Me Anymore

It’s May and I’m wearing a jacket and somehow it doesn’t feel so wrong.

Maybe I finally made peace with the winter.

If that’s so; I’m happy

If that isn’t so...

I’m doing much worse than I thought.

Maybe nightmares every night would be a sign there’s something wrong with me

(Again again again again)

I don’t know what this poem is anymore but I know that I am suffering

And nothing is wrong.

I find dead birds on the ground

I lie with them.