The ability to begin anew

Little lamb
Put me on speakerphone
The ocean above my eyelashes
wants to speak
A spider spilled out of the
Crease between my collarbone and chest today
That hot deltoid part I do not like
And then I ripped right back into my addiction
Sprawled out in front of the herd
They had been kicking at the gate for some time
Makes sense, I said before it happened
2021 did a number on all of us
And you were not excluded
They agreed with me
As I slipped on their escape
It was like the dreams I have when I am keeping things inside
All my teeth mixed bloody into the ground
Miniature pick axes
I was in the silent place again
Where the soil only confirms my hardness
The sheep watched it all happen
Said nothing and waddled away
Another summer day without words