how did I just cry?
I literally wept
hands in face
rapid fire sobs and all

I cried yesterday
the day before that? who knows
I just cannot shut the fuck up
about anxiety/not being funny or
able to carry a conversation

need to condition myself to think of
this as not a “before I was/
now I am” type deal but just a
“This happens every year
and it just sucks right now”
I want more to be happening

as the poem to turns to prose
how did I just cry?
I miss summer that’s all

I’m crying because it’s been
a rough time and you don’t
feel like yourself