maybe partial hospitalization is the answer.
I google it, and immediately flinch at the thought
of /needing/ that much.
‘I can take care of myself ‘.
‘I’m not that bad off’.
‘I’m not that kind of person’.
even while I think these thoughts,
I see the hypocrisy.
even while I see the hypocrisy,
I countinue to resist.
but I begged for help like a dog,
and now that it comes I refuse.
I turn my nose up to the sky.

hold me close.
/don’t/
I don’t need the sleeping sympathy
or low burning resentment.
back burner. back burner.
well, I can smell the smoke now.
I kind of like it. or maybe I just like that it’s
/mine/

you could...