dear friend

it's okay
to not make your bed
or brush your teeth

your lack of motivation
doesn't offend any sense of propriety in me

your stomach
is at the bottom of an empty pool
having done a swoon
off the high dive

you, my dear
could wander the world
in a haze, nose leaking,
looking for a handkerchief
or a handmaiden
to wipe your face

let the sheets
stink with sweat

go ahead

don't worry about
getting up
to use the toilet
-- you've been through a lot
and shouldn't worry about
having to call in sick

for today,
the dam broke
and flooded
your lonesome valley
with dread

I've been there

let anyone who hasn't
reserve judgment
and just
consider themselves lucky