1/26/2025 b

January's personality dis-

order rankles the start of a new year.

I listen to you routinely ignore truth.

You shelter in place of honesty.

What makes me feel alone, your refusal.

I refuse to pretend away these weeds.

Identical weeds line the walking path

en route to the release of blatant truth.

Both my eyebrows reflexively lifted

express surprise alongside routine hope.