Katherine's Coffeehouse

In the wondering, I asked who I am. Not who I might be,

impermanence nothing is actually owned lease the day

Whether nature or nurture can never be established, boundaries

Finally, silence. Nothing more than our original Earth intended.

My children say I hoard, and perhaps they are right—

I would like to tell you that now I am happy. But I am not.

I am back to saying out loud, nothing is ever one thing—

Trigger warning. (Suicide, self harm. ) **If you are in crisis or think you might be, PLEASE call or text 988. Or chat at 988lifeline.org. Note: I am not in crisis.

It is no way to start the day, one pent up dog going for the neck of another,

I am sitting in a folding chair, cheap paper plate dappled with prescriptions, writing on a $400 laptop connected to a hotspot, watching the timer as megabytes run out.