Unedited morning poetry

I have no time to write a poem

I have to get the boy to class

I want to die,

but I thought I’d say,

Not today.

I thought I’d say it to the inky black void of the internet

because saying it to people 

means I have to explain.

But if you’re reading this,

if you’re nodding, and 

rooting for me to make it to the end of the day

with as few wounds as I can,

then I don’t need to explain.

Not today.

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