Friday, 10:55pm


Hardly enough time
To write anything that could be called
but the evening was well spent

After a solid week of
inexplicable tears, frustration,
crises of faith,
self-diagnosis with any number of
mental disorders and neurodivergences…

It was surely time to enjoy
the finer points of losing my mind,
aided by impulsive over-consumption,
tipsy and giggling,
squelching the urge to heckle the movie
that others were watching so soberly,
enjoying this absurd buzz of normalcy
when my brain feels anything but

Then, blithely sharing poetry
with a teenager
as if it wasn’t the deepest chambers of my heart,
learning from my offspring
(wait, I thought I was supposed to be the wise one here)
about mathematics and psychedelics
quantum physics and ego death,
wondering if it’s too late in life
to experiment
and experience such things –

Would it just be irresponsible
and unseemly
for a woman of my age
(and do I care?)
or would it suddenly make
all my jagged pieces

Written by brokentitanium (k.)
Author's Note
This is just a fancy way of saying I got drunk, had an interesting conversation with my son about shrooms, and put off writing today's poem until really late. LOL
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