Eight Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

Photo: Tricia

Every week that passes makes it easier to forget
That once there was a time you weren’t always this upset
You’re not yet at the point where all your anguish comes pre-reckoned
But still, when awful news drips out at every single second
It feels almost ambient, like water or the air
You can’t recall an age when all the terror wasn’t there
It’s only human nature that eventually you’ll settle
And not spend half your life in demonstrations of your mettle
It’s hard to wake each morning when the world must be resisted
You get exhausted trying to be the woman who persisted
You need to take a rest, and if you don’t you’re going to drown
And that’s too bad, ’cause now’s when all the real shit comes down