nothing but donuts

if i can remember, on certain days,
to be kinder to myself
to not find my carelessness
so egregious
to not attempt
to right every wrong
i've managed to wreak in the last 24 hours.

if i can remember, on certain days,
that not every mistake i make
is noteworthy
or even noticeable,
and that i am doing the best i can
under the circumstances.

if i can remember, on certain days,
that i am terribly, irreversibly
fallible.
that my body is a moonscape of mystery
and that there will be days i will want nothing
but donuts.

if i can remember, on certain days,
that my lungs are a capable symphony
and i can give myself a haircut if i want
and i can go to bed early if i need
and i can make my own, messy version
of an apple pie

if i can remember, on certain days,
to dismiss the whining, the aching groans
discard the useless branches of impatience,
clear the lawn of worry
embarrassment
disappointment
and every rose thorn of guilt
i've ruthlessly pointed
at my own heart.

if i can remember
i am merely a collection of restless molecules
attempting
as best as i can
a semblance of order

if i can remember this,
believe me,
you can, too.