Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Skettios, or Forget About It
Skettios, or Forget About it
Posting to colleagues and FB friends
lifts me out of depression each day
like jogging or I guess yoga might
could, & playing piano or coloring.
I just now read that picky eaters as
small children tend to develop
emotional if not mental illness later
Skettios, or forget about it.
My heart sinks as I scroll down the
facebook offerings. Dread. Angst.
Burning under the breast bone.
Kafka’s K—wondering and wandering
thru the city what his guilt was how
come it is I feel so bad. So I write
something, anything—profound if
possible, oracular or at least witty—
punch it in, maybe a couple or more
and I feel better. It makes me feel
better. I feel better already. LiberalArt.