Time is as subjective
as it is real.
There is only so much.
There are so few really
good hours in the day,
why fill them with
shitty music?
Make the most of it.
07/25/2023 j.g.l.
Patience is
the waitress who dutifully
serves your lunch, the mechanic
who raises an eyebrow at your
simple request shrouded
in ignorance, disbelief, and fear
of the expense,
a child waiting for praise when
they have done just enough; or
all of the above.
Patience must be lived,
not learned.
07/21/2023 j.g.l.
Temporary overnight comfort.
Trauma of the day bleeds into
an unbearably uncomfortable
night; it’s more than insomnia.
Oppressive humidity intensifies
heat aggressively heightened,
the heaviness of it all deprives
our mood. Denying resiliency,
awaiting relief, seeking shade
for a soft soul. We are wilting.
07/14/2023 j.g.l.