Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


today i am using
the correct pen.
funny how that matters
in my head
and nowhere else.
yesterday i used
the wrong pen
and it didn’t even matter.
hell, i didn’t even notice
until it was too late
to decide it mattered.
this is the way
my mind has trained me
to let the meaningless things
shape my actions
and torment me for failure.
but now & then
i fail so stupidly,
i don’t even notice
and it doesn’t even matter.
maybe my first step
should always be
to fail
so i can get on
with the business
of living my life
and not giving a damn
what pen i use.

©TA Barnhart March 30, 2021