Poem a Day 2023

that special discomfort of standing in the shower

and starting to recall the two-ish years you spent in an

international pyramid schemey self-improvement empire

but even more acute

is rehashing the scores of people

you pressed, cajoled, and roped into 'learning more'

sitting most uncomfortably in fold up chairs lined in a row

or answering your mid-evening calls 

from a cubicle in a basement in mid-town

from close friends and family

to the sudanese bus driver at the elementary school you work at

and the prick-ish guy you kissed one time

rueful regret blossoms 

like steam on the window

and a lasting skepticism of self-sealing systems

even for a hopeless joiner like me