I wrote, I don’t want to grass-is-greener my whole life
The next chapter, the next year
I brush my fingers over the seams of futures
Folded into my pocket, distracting
How I want to be distracted
Days designed for focus
Yet I stare at a paragraph not reading at all
The picture shakes and I turn the page
I learned that saying yes to something
Means saying no to something else
Years ago now but all that runs through my mind is
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Then I let my alarm play for a half-hour
Forty-five minutes
Starving families in Venezuela
Donald Trump’s voice on NPR
Most days
I get out of bed to make him shut up
I give out tissues to the woman
Crying pink tears
Beautiful eye shadow ruined
It’s my job to ruin it
We are all both of our extremes
My passion, my empathy
My detachment, my apathy
I put the latter in a box to rest
I can take it
I think, I don’t want to grass-is-greener my whole life
But the grass is greener than it used to be
When I lie down the blades are dry
I draw an arrow in the dirt, pointing North
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