poem: summer, again, in scheduled weeks

five year plan — I would like to be better I will be I
will be better; gingham tuck and plans for shelf behind
couch for line of plants — rosemary, basil, what next; the pills
from the internet naturopath are low-dose opioid blockers
and will rearrange my insides enough that I can, will
produce life — tuck of curtain in color that matches
wallpaper swatch that matches if-we’re-allowed-to-paint; here
is, again, little diary of little life and the only way
to count, moving forward, dreadful inch by inch.