when one asks you to share a poem of your own
what do you send
a poem from years ago
full of uncertainty
a poem from yesterday
filled with confusion
a poem of love
a poem of sadness
a poem with rage
a poem with fear
secretly all fatigued
they're all filled with bits of my life
I sowed each letter and word
I tied them together
with my breath
finished the last sentence
I don't know which of all to send
I have no favorites
one is not better than the rest
I'll send one from today
if it's still breathing