Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


fuck death!
is my rallying cry
but i hardly know
how to live.
empty words
whimpered into the void.
at least
i am alive.
that’s a starting point.
i have today,
all of today
(i hope),
to get better
at doing living.
carpe something,
i guess.
i’ll work on it.
in the meantime,
fuck death
and i probably should
floss more.

©TA Barnhart January 29, 2024