Finicky feelings

12.25.2024

One moment, I am 

washing my breakfast 

dishes outside, 

listening to the christmas 

music that floats through my window

the next, I am

reading an email 

from a friend

and tears begin to fall from 

my eyes

as I grip my mug of 

hot tea

as if somehow it will save me, 

as if somehow it is the only

thing keeping me from 

floating away too.