yo lay yo thoughts down

well they say
today's an anniversary
of some game-changing
birth— mine— ain't that sweet,
and what a feat to be kickin'
it besides, alongside
a phantom jar steaming
with condensation of spit,
a self-conscious stack of glass,
a delicious choice laid to rest,
ain't nothin worth quitting
for good. yeah i slip
and writhe and jive
with the titanic questions
that just won't sink:
is this working?
am i sufficiently proud?
am i so allowed?
ICEBERG AHEAD!
i kid. how's your day?
mine's chock full of freedom,
makes me wonder
if every day is my birthday.
gums are sorta inflamed
and my tum's flippin me off
but i'm pretty comfortable
bein this soft. there's a name
hugging my brain
and it's never enough.
but today— today—
ain't no name draggin
me through sweet marshes
of maybes, no smiles
tied with a bow, no, no,
i got the rest of my life
for that shit, today
a much-needed vacation
from thinking about
any of it.