Regular Poem: Myths and Legends

a good cry
is a myth
or maybe a legend

i’ve had a lot of cries
all dissatisfying

i cry
and i want to cry more
or

i cry
and i want to throw somebody
off a building
take a chainsaw
to somebody’s BMW
storm into a wedding and
pitch the cake into
the pinterest birdhouse card receptacle
call my congressman and deliver a long diatribe
take a nap

i’m never
cried out
and it never
is cathartic

but maybe it’s just not
within the capabilities of my personality

crying turns out
to just be another way
to rile myself up
my tears are vinegar
my face baking soda
and it’s all just a third grade volcano
the science fair
gives me a participation ribbon
sends me home until next year

crying in the shower
is all right
but that’s probably
more to do with steam
the cleansing of sinuses and skin
that transfers accidentally to soul

crying in the car
almost always a terrible idea

while somebody strokes your hair
and tells you you’re justified
really the only way to go
but that’s a luxury not often available

while you punch your heavy bag
8/10 recommend
can get messy, turn into
drinking a little too much bourbon afterward
but much better than standing over
raw chicken you’re trying to freezer package in individual servings

overall
a good cry is a myth
a necessary cry–
an overflow of garbage feelings
that manifests
sometimes while you’re taking a sledgehammer
to a shop vac that doesn’t achieve ample suction–
is
well
sometimes
necessary