To her, 

thank you for breathing fire into this old soul,

setting it ablaze once more 

always

nomatter what I do, 

someone always talks about me, 

someone always criticizes me, 

someone always doubts me.

but can someone, please, 

just love me instead 

even if only 

for a brief moment? 

go ahead, someone, 

write my life’s exam! 

See if you can pass. 

I promise, if you pass, 

I’ll pass you 

this passing life of mine. 

Keep it or pass it over

 to a passing pedestrian 

who permanently pursues 

a patchy, poetic life 

To BE ANNOUNCED