started to write
good bye
letter this morning, but then
i remembered
i had an appointment to convince you
that i’m ok
that i’m not a danger to myself
i can’t cancel
or you might worry that there’s something wrong
so i put myself together
picking up all of the pieces from the floor
and i’m here
before i left, i checked – clean clothes, clean hair, clean teeth
i know what you look for
normal
but as i’m telling you i’m ok i start to notice cracks in my normal
my socks don’t match, my nail polish is peeling, scratches all over my arms
i am not convincing
myself
but you let me go when i assure you i will return in one week
i leave
relieved and scared, normal enough to return
to finish
writing
my
good-bye
letter