Should plant vegetables –
it’s season and the apocalypse is coming,
according to a different group this election.
Should clean the floors –
because the cat hair in the corners
is looking a little sentient
and we already have three cats.
Should change the sheets –
because they’re starting to smell
slightly of nightmares and cold-sweat anxiety.
Should make art –
but my brushes need cleaning
and so does the glittering spilled gold pigment
next to the blood red paint smear.
Should do my work –
and find a way to get lost in the motions
only, somehow,
I keep finding my way back to myself instead.
Should engage with others in community –
to reach out,
but all I hear back when I try is:
Should be outraged.
Should be terrified.
Should be calm.
Should be reassuring.
Should do more self care.
Should read more.
Should do something else.
Should do anything else.
Should do it differently.
Should should should.

Am.
I already Am –
enough,
as is,
without more –
Am is enough right now.