Stories. Not a blog.

i make checklists for things i love
—and for things i hate too (to do).

Go to the funeral?
(check)
Study French?
(check)
Study Morality?
(crossed out—too tired! i'll do it tomorrow)
Wash my teeth/brush my face?
(i do it anyways...and crossing
things off of checklists
makes me happy)
Read?
(check)
Write?
(check—but it's tedious and
i hate it—even though i love it
and cannot go a day
—or two—or three—our four—etc.!
[you get the idea]—without doing it...)

[. . .]

Doing it? (with who?)
(we'll see...i'm too tired and i have
a headache—from making lists of course,
and nothing else at all.
not depression
or anxiety
or nausea
or insomnia
[it is 233 as i write this]
or anything else that makes me
un (anything, but mostly) “un” h a p p y .)

godspeed.

c. w.