You shouldn’t worry about it
because you did do something over the course of the week
you wrote something
you made your Mom feel good
and you pulled off being an adult in some areas.
(You still have holes in your socks)
but your hair is cut
the bills are paid
and the records are alphabetized
so this is kind of a victory
so don’t worry about it.
You’re still worrying about it
(and that’s why you’re writing this)
as you drag on that cigarette
doubt as you mull around your apartment and think
You’ve done this before
and you’re probably going to do it again
So stop worrying about it.
Because there’s nothing you can do
and have a cup of tea
and embrace the futility of these last few hours.