Some days it feels like all the anger, sadness, exhaustion, confusion, and mystery emotions get tangled up like an old ball of yarn and then stuck in a blender like the mango smoothies I loved to drink in Cambodia. Except when it’s all done, it isn’t something delightful like a mango smoothie in Cambodia on a hot day. It’s a mush of complications with ingredients that can no longer be separated and put neatly back into containers with labels.
Some days
you just
can’t
take any more
well meaning comments,
queries of where you’re from,
or where you live,
or what your job is,
or what you’re doing here.
Some days
you just
can’t
bear the thought
of putting your words on paper
for all the world to read.
So on those days,
don’t.