Tonight's Poet Corner: Reckless Rationale
Reckless Rationale by Belinda Roddie When I think about it, none of my habits are senseless, none of my anxieties are impulsive, and none of my regrets are irrational. I just sit drenched in a false sense of logical security, where I know how everything is supposed to be, but I don't feel comfortable in the space I've dug for myself with my trusty hands. My short fingernails still make quick work of once solid earth. My tongue is bleeding from all the times I've bitten it in order to hold it. And when I think about it, just because my neuroses, ultimately, make sense, doesn't mean I shouldn't revoke their keys to my mind palace.