Resolution
This Year, Louder.
How’s this for a resolution:
stop complaining so much.
Even in my head, my voice a whine.
Making a resolution dooms it to failure.
This year is going to be better, says my other voice,
little miss sunshine,
despite,
and I so want to believe her,
save for how goddamn hard it is
to get there from here, plus,
she’s a known liar.
Gritting my teeth might pass for a smile,
from the distance I’d like you to keep.
How’s this for a resolution:
Complain louder, with greater purpose;
Find my kin,
strong-arm our way to better,
despite.