Reid@YWP

Everyone carries a little bag full of marbles,

But I didn’t get one.

I have to carry them myself,

And I managed to,

until I realized something,

This is hard to do.

Most people don’t notice

I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.

Born the year of nothing-

Before the End-Of-All.

Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.

what to do when everything that makes us human-

art, music, creation-

is copied, stolen, created by non-human, non-living ai

what will we do?

when our very expression is being taken away from us

slipping out of eyesight

through windows

and out back doors

in the dark of night

with only the stars as witnesses.

slipping through thick forests

carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets

Who am I

Who should I be

Who do I want to be

Who should I want to be

All these questions laying about

Rambling inside my mind

Who

Who 

Who

I can't live life

It was the month of May 2023 

For 4 hours we drove from Susie to York Beach 

And it was the last time we visited Maine when you were alive.