I give thanks for multiple things in my life
Like poets and crystalline rocks
Sondheim the genius, the crunching of leaves
Flames and my bright patterned socks
The smell of a Sharpie, acoustic guitar
My comics, my novels, my art
My imperfect body and imperfect mind
My fingerless gloves and my heart
Black chunky boots and Tim Burton movies
Buttons and trinkets and time
The power of feeling, the power of voice
The power to make up a rhyme
While I’m still thankful for all those who care
About my life and how I feel,
I am also thankful for the little things
That make life seem all the more real
