i cant get sad
because i break out in hives when i cry, which makes me
cry even more, and besides, why should i let you give me hives?

i cant eat
because my tight skirt is making my gut beg me for mercy.

i cant talk about it
because im sick of talking about it.

i cant smoke
because i dont anymore.

i cant pray
because i dont know what else to say.

and i cant zen out with green tea and yoga
because that shit just doesn't even hold a match to my inner chaos.

so its just me
and all these emotions
and the best i can do is sit on the porch and get lost in
watching for the coopers hawk to visit in the old pine.

and that is the best i can to do.

and sometimes that is all you've got.