So Much the Worse for Me

Today my mind announces
that I can’t resort to it
for reassurance: today

my mind inappositely
slides into whatever random
planes and curves and colors

it decides, today, it wants
to play with. Today if I so much
as blink or sigh, exert

the subtlest light intake
of disapproving breath –
express the slightest tiniest

incomprehension: well,
today, my mind’s inclined to
act on all of it, and me,

with arrant imbecility. Today
I learn that every day’s today.
So much the worse for me.

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