This morning I woke up and I only wanted to tell the truth. Like, last night was a total error in judgment; I am mismanaging my life. I'd hire a replacement if one should apply. There are two girls inside me that have been killed. Nonviolently snuffed out by persistent doubt and reckless influence. I am taking my laptop into the tub, I am going to write a letter. To my father, I will say, forget the medals, I went for medals. This letter becomes a book titled Continual Failure & Disappointment; my editor will rename it, Human Achievements. My father will say, the gold, the gold, but really delights in the calculated leap. I stay quiet and swing low. Swing low until the sun sets, and I feel free.