Fall: Dinner Party
I have to
convince myself,
that I’m worth
the read. Worth,
the words and
the pain,
and the sweat.
Convince my heart
that it is still there,
and beating, despite
the calm draped
over my guts.
Worth something
more than just
a shoulder,
a hand,
a kind word.
Because I’m losing
faith in the
late nights,
the heart, and
the kind words.
