Don't look too close

Maybe 500 poems about 

times I felt hurt or angry

will help

I remember being in my little studio in LA

back in 2014

realizing what art was for

I don't remember what I thought it was in that moment

but I remember the feeling

Today I'm thinking about 

things that are hard to let go of

That I know I need to let go of 

The way that everyone has always said

to let go of hope about my family, like it's a thing

I forgot to put on my to-do list

That I can not, just can not, figure out how

to let go of hope

Liz and I were on the bed in my basement and she was

describing with complete conviction that, for her, 

singing her songs and religious ritual

are exactly the same

i see it now

throwing something into that impossible gap

This isn't really a poem it's just a stupid

journal entry broken up into little lines