Diary Entry by: Joyce | Illustration by: Molly Hensley
The descent can look steep if your nose is too high
Obstructed view, limited perception adhering to a standard that
measures your worth in gold
your weight in air-fried kale
Still the birds sing for you
They look down on everyone
Benevolent lords sparing the fortunate
of drops of blessings in disguise
Or are they indiscriminate acquaintances
caring not that your car is new from a wash
or a decades-old sedan that refuses to die but stalls
- Joyce, 34