I was born on Groundhog’s Day
But my life has become ridiculous.
That’s not a good adjective.
Mind Numbing,
from the constant PTSD.
I sewed a button on my winter coat yesterday.
That was the closest to purposeful I’ve come.
I mailed my mother’s death certificate to
the college she taught at for 40 years.
They owe her!
Ring out the Old, they say.
I say bring on the new, or else.
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