LOU RASMUS

I have lotion in the
wrinkles of my skin,
hoping that I don’t crack
from the weather,
I mean
the pressure
of these stressors
that control my life,
like worrying about
if I’m doing enough
with myself,
or if I’m ever going
to finish my book,
or…
fuck it.
There’s not enough
Lubriderm in the world
to heal those
concerns.