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Today: **

I didn’t think I
would write.
Today
work went late,
stress was
high. Today:
exhausted by two,
I’ll keep some
of me to me
today.

There was no
jump-for-joy-for-today
today.

So, don’t write,
right?

But overwhelming days
demand more of me,
demanding more release.
So, today,
I write:

to release
for release
because release
is the only way to let go.

       And if I can’t spare one hundred now,
       soon I won’t spare one.

** a draft

(this was a hard draft to draft because I’m a minimalist when it comes to poetry; this feels like I’m cheating)