Poem: A Recitation of Events Occurring January, 2022

Stripping naked what was possibly the worst start to any new year I can remember.

As I’ve discussed in previous posts, I’ve been told my poems focus too much on discourse and not enough on narrative substance.

The armchair therapist in me assumes this is an attachment evasion strategy, since you don’t have to commit to things if you don’t say them out loud.

So here we go.

The beginning of this year was awful. I mean, awful.

Things certainly (and drastically) improved, but the first month of 2022 was a real stinker—and for a lot of really complicated and impactful reasons.

I chose this morning to write about that moment and those feelings at the beginning of 2022, here, at the close of 2022, in hopes of generating a pure narrative that captures those events nakedly, as they happened.

Fun.

As I vacillate between staring at the cursor on my screen and the steam rising from my coffee cup, it occurs to me that this year, after all, turned out pretty damn good, despite how it started.

I met the partner of my dreams. I traveled to Thailand. I bought a motorcycle. And, I started a very successful and satisfying Instagram account for my…