a day without contact,
perhaps it’s really passed
two, three… many vietnams.
now detente,
defcon four, defcon five
cooled down conflict. digging trenches.
trying to stay alive
love is unconditional, but trust can be lost
a provisional impasse that can’t last
defcon three, defcon two
don’t turn the dial to first
but good souls have forgiven worse
this was the beginning of the lost weekend. a two month long weekend. i was in the depths of my postdiagnosis identity crisis. i suspect i was insufferable. my diary entries were long and messy.

