I’m in a shitty mood today, inclined
to flail with wrinkled hand and foul word.
I seem to lack all patience. I remind
myself of what I most disdain in Mom.
I don’t know what I like or need; I find
I’m restless, though I want to stay at home.
I’m trying to be sensitive and kind,
but news and notions strike me as absurd
and, stricken, I leave all my wits behind.