April 2020:

the month of purgatory.
Same faces, same places.
I’ve given you all I’ve got.
Head pounding like the rocks
I’ve smashed four out of seven.
The ball and chain remains
as I crawl into May. I’m
downing tools, I’m
ready to rest.
Unshackled.
Yes.

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