a good ending

I feel the end of an era coming on. 

I’m done with many things 

That once brought me joy. 

Extreme joy. 

Things like cofeve.

And Facebook 

And talking about carbs. 

And nursing.  

And wine. 

And Hamberder. 

I can’t stand hamburgers. 

And watching TV. 

In fact, not one thing

I once treasured 

And held dear

Means two shits to me.  

This fucking Virus 

And the way it’s being mishandled 

Is making us all a little crazy. 

I’m not depressed. I’m just done. 

I still like these boys. 

We don’t fight 

to get them to eat anymore. 

They actually eat most of the raw food

In 20 minutes. 

Which is how it’s supposed to be. 

I like my garden. 

My little succulents.