On days when laundry drying

is part of the decor

it's also Sunday

"Who works in moods like these?"

I ask 

If unreceived love is like

grieving

should I not give it all

to self

Instead I text

"Compare love to sneezing"

drink tea and get to work

Volunteer something

to die today

in you

The last bit

is the hardest to let go

I didn't know I was holding so much in

***

Turns out it was love

I was withholding

"What am I angry for?" -

I asked

"I'd like to be seen

for how much I do 

every day", -

I said, in red

And I went to her

asking to see me

Beautifully she told me

about how I weave and hold

My anger left

I'm here in peace. And love

again

I discovered distrust

in my matrix

What it is, - I asked

guarantee me no pain

bring me only the laughter?

I refuse

Trust is existence itself