Blood from a turnip

we are adults now
so proud of what
we can do
so much

then comes the avalanche
of empathy for
the superhuman
who raised us
I was never good at juggling,
but goddamnit
I can't afford to fail!

since most "grown-ups"
expect failure or the
kind of success that
measures our skirts
with a ruler

there is not a good
English word for
supercalifragilistic-
motherfucking exhausted

that'll do for now

blood from a turnip
brings to my mind
a white-knuckled fist,
still squeezing

and squeezing
and squeezing
still squeezing

I
don't
have
anything
left

too
tired
to
figure
out
how
to
stop
being
tired...
Thank god for southern idioms

9/9/17