Don’t look / At me with those / Big eyes…
For Reggie, as a reminder that I know this isn’t easy, that this is serious business.
It hits all the right notes for me: a chance to build painstakingly detailed to-do lists, elements of fantasy and RPGs, and arbitrary virtual rewards.
I used to imagine myself as a world traveler.
He looks at me with / Those big, black eyes — and I know / He thinks I’m special.
It’s a really nonsensical nickname when I think about it…
From here, everything / Resembles scurrying ants; / I’m invincible.
I stand at the precipice of something great — I can feel it in my core…
Amidst / The dreariest / Of days, I spy a bit / Of blue and a bird in flight — and / Feel hope.
I’m scared. And sad. For the world and for society and for humankind.