im allowed to notes app on the train
i can do anything
i am limitless
infinite
my thoughts are in the trees
and the birds have come down
to perch on my ribs
heres the thing:
when i have a reason to feel bad
i can feel bad
and speak on it
and say what i need to say
and hear what i need to hear
and still feel bad
and life is so short
and this recovery longer than i like
and to err against someone so good
is no small thing
but this thing
against everything else of ours
is just that
small
and its a tiny pill
a pinch and plunge
that shrinks the tumor;
heals the sick
that and time
like time
i am unlimited
thankfully
my regret is not
i staunch the wound
but not the pain
