I don't love complaining for the sake of it, but I've had a lot come to a head in the last couple weeks. Full blown diabetic now injecting insulin, asthma 40+ years, sleep apnea 18+ years, and the most recent thing, possible lymphedema. Sometimes, I just want to cry and melt into a heap, but then, what does that do? Just helps me practice feeling sorry for myself?

Sometimes, though, a good cry is what you need. I'm not there yet, but I feel like it's coming.

I often wonder
Holding this device
If learning to use it
Creatively
Is worth the price I pay
NOT just going to
The usual tools

The scientists and head doctors
Whose job it is to know such things
Tell us too much time
With these hand held computers
Creates addictions, tumors, problems
And yet
Here I am
Swiping away at
Some notion of creativity
In the palm of my hand.
-4/16/2023-

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