I believe in it all
I see the sun is rising
but am aware of its settling
somewhere else.

I recognize the man who we all see as sick
has moments of health and clarity
and that the sweet girl, she has nasty thoughts
sometimes worse than the man’s

This poem?
It is both epic and awful
Like everything,  it has its moments
My relationship is both meant-to-be and
get out now, get out now
There is no plan
but at the same time,
the lord has steered me from danger
once,
twice,
two-hundred times.

I am a beautiful, ugly girl.
I have love to give but have
many moments
of selfishness
and at the end of my life a
handful of people will hate me.
This is being human.