I don’t have the same sense of accomplishment I used to have after I do things. I used to feel great that I did chores, finished homework, finished a day at work, etc. But now I don’t feel that as much. I’ve been getting into a habit of rewarding myself after accomplishing things. Maybe I’m corrupting my sense of accomplishment with an external reward, conditioning myself to only seek that external reward.
Dance, dance and be born
into silent screeches torn
across faces. Places we haven’t seen
since middle age, coming ahead.
Crises flowering into beds of Deadheads
dancing, dancing, drinking creaky cheeks
meeting fleeting greets and stretching skyward. Another one bites and she said
Another one bites and she said
“I’ll pick you if you forget my name.”