“Gift guide”

What gift says 

Thank you for cleaning the shit off the walls

What gift makes up for the sleepless nights

The lines stretched into skin

The hair clogging the drain?

What sale could possibly compensate 

for a career put on pause 

for those first precious years

before someone else is in charge

Of an entire education 

Is there a card on the rack 

That speaks to the hope of morning

And desperation of night

A wreath to adorn the door 

Of the home that feels both like a prison and a sanctuary 

It’s endless loop of days so poetically represented by a string of evergreen

Here, I wrapped this for you

This totem in my hands

Is nothing

is nothing 

is nothing 

But me trying to say

Thank you