my mother says my poems are sad
and she worries i am also sad
so i worry i may be deep-inside sad
and all the worrying actually makes me sad,
because it’s scary to be sad,
then i feel wrong that i feel sad
so i try hard not to feel sad
but sadness begets more sadness, so i’m an ocean of sad
i write a poem that is equally sad
and make every line end with the word sad
until i can no longer read the word ‘sad’
while listening to music made for moments immersed in sad
and i fall asleep with dry eyes for sad.
i wake up, stretch, and for now, i am no longer sad.