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Everything All at Once by Oliver Baez Bendorf
Overgrown House
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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
There is a voice that wakes up before I do
already listing what I’ve failed to be.
It speaks in sharp, efficient sentences,
never loud, just certain.
Not enough.
Not today.
Not like them.
It follows me quietly,
sits beside me while I try to begin,
turns every small pause into evidence,
every breath into delay.
“You could do more,” it says
which somehow means
“what you did doesn’t count.”
Motivation flickers,
a weak light in a long hallway,
and the voice leans in to dim it:
“If you cared, this would be easy.”
But there are moments
small, stubborn
when I answer back, not louder, just truer:
I am tired, not empty.
I am learning, not behind.
I am trying, and that is not nothing.
The voice doesn’t disappear,
but it falters
just enough
for me to take one step
that it said I couldn’t.
I call it laziness
Because that’s the word that hurts the most
It’s easier than admitting
I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t fix.
My body sits still,
My mind runs through the muck
Tripping over “not enough”
Like it’s a fact and not fear.
Too dumb, I chant,
When the sentence doesn’t come out right.
Too slow,
When understanding arrives
After everyone else has moved on.
I measure myself
With rulers that stretch each day,
Whatever I reach
Is suddenly smaller than it was before.
And still
Something stubborn in me
Keeps showing up,
Keeps opening the book,
Keeps trying to believe
That maybe this isn’t failure
Just the shape of learning
When it’s hard
And no one tells you
You’re doing alright.
shout out to me in 5 years…hope shes doing something cool i’m rooting for her
love when a character is a scientist and their speciality is science and they do science in a science lab. no specifics no clear goals no clue where their funding comes from. dont even worry about it. science.