Accounting
Those squandered times,
I’ve realized,
were not moments
of self-inflicted wounds,
rather, pieces
of the present wholeness.
But I’ve had enough.
Though my crimes are lesser
than these bastards on the news—
through my false abstention—
yet, I am me,
just unique in the sins
that forged me.
This I learned,
forced upon me:
no more squandering of moments
when you are old.
July 27,2026
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