They want me to write
Ha. Hope is not here. It is bleak and dark and I hate it.
They will know
That I’m acting of course.
Spewing joy as if it’s my life’s work.
Like I believe it. Ha.
Hope is imaginary.
It’s the name of a celebrity’s child who does anything
But inspire it.
How can I write of hope when I don’t feel it.
There are no bubbles.
I am sensible and rational.
I’m sure you are too.
I'm not quite sure how I came up with something so cynical when I'm usually optimistic, but here it is anyway!