Day 3 – To Matt I Sing

You look at yourself and say
Your stomach is too large
Your head too bulbous
Your neck too pockmarked

Never forget that you are prescient
That every prediction you’ve made has come true
That when you wake up in the morning
And say today will be awful, it usually is
And that every time you resolve to have a good day, it usually is

Your eyes are small and beady but behind heavy lids
They spark with unwritten ideas and unraveled stories
Some days that electricity lights up the page
Some days it vanishes down a wire into the recesses of your brain
But it is still there, potential energy caged.

Never cut your hair to reveal your receding thoughts and
The fear that at the end of your life all that will be there is
A wasteland of bottled potential and missed chances
For you are singular and beautiful and even if you die
Cold, alone and unmoved by art
You will still have made an impression just with your wit and your eyes