all day long
I vacillate. build intention.
maybe I move
a couple steps forward
or skirt one craving
and I applaud myself for days.
my knees get some desperate rest
or my body gets water
but it’s followed by immediate
withdrawal.
indulgence,  glutton
three walks:
four coffees, twelve cookies
and noticing the worst
of your core qualities loudly.

cherished: my leisure,
my habits, beloved
hermeticism and my ability to
make believe;
find  double meaning
of everything. I’m really just walking,
compulsive ambivalence.
I shrug.
sip the coffee

let the wind take me.

“MDD”