they have no answers
for this….
problem
in me

antidepressants
coldish waiting rooms
filled with awkward
eye contact,
half smiles
half turned faces
of shame

dear sirs,
clouded skies
pretty rainy days
the chill o
I cannot do
what you ask

just make it and
next time will be
scrape by
a little more skin
off the knees…
elbows, chin..

it’s gotten to my bones
bone tired
exposed

fleshy potential
grated away

the wet leaves
colored trees
smells of changing
weather
brings chills,
and I shake,
tremble

then grin,
half skelton face
pick at my flesh
like a scab,
pry, tear, slowly rip off
bits and pieces,
gobs
gooey juicy

we will find it,
and we will take it from you