Today I’d love to adjust to your reality.
Mine is just no good. What a turn-off
of a complaint. I wonder if I could
exist inside anyone else’s reality, a
notion that hurts my brain. Thusly
my process of waking up goes. Until
I find my attitude adjusted and mostly
positive, forward-leaning. Was that
mere fantasy? “Hope is a muscle,”
I keep hearing someone saying,
someone famous. I can’t remember
at the moment who keeps saying it,
but I’ll remember it eventually.
Most likely. I know what she means
every time she says it. But now I
just wonder, hoping I’ll remember.
