Katie Tomzynski

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a poem for my anxiety

sometimes i write a poem to greet the day

to give thanks for this absurdly weird earth

where i have my origins

along with fossils and gold

osama bin laden and donald trump

we all came up from this strange, old place

a big bang once billions of years ago 

and for some reason we're all here now

along with kraft macaroni and cheese

chinchillas and diamonds

all from the same stuff

called carbon

who knows why

so men make wars

and kill women for fun

come up with scientific theories

something an experiment 

can prove right multiple times

i feel like van gogh again

like i did when i was sixteen

the world seems too big to tackle

i want to cut off an ear

and paint pictures instead

often i feel like a child

reading a richard scarry book

what do people do all day?

i wonder aloud when 2 o'clock comes

something seizes me then 

at that point in the afternoon

a certain sadness

that isn't fixed by looking out the window 

what do people do all day?

what are jobs?

my dad said yesterday

on the phone:

some people don't even know

what they want,

at least you have that figured out


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