I have an answer
but like
I really don’t know
what my plans are,
thanks for asking,
but also, like,
if I paid attention to myself
for half a minute
I would discover
I do know the answer
but what I want feels impossible
because we’re all so deluded
by this idea
that what you do
as in your work
is the most important thing about you
and not
what you do
because of who you are
and I’m out here scrambling
toward this impossible task
to monetize my interests
so I feel halfway satisfied
exchanging my time
exchanging my life
for security
and carving my creativity
into stolen bites
nibbled in the night
I can pretend tastes like dinner
but, oh,
I am famished
and I won’t be satisfied
by whatever I find
at this dinner table.
Indigo Tuesday 