Lenten roses (Hellebore) and unopened tulips. (Attribution: Bear Kosik)

wood eye?

I wouldn’t be here if I was there.

I wouldn’t care. Full stop.

I wouldn’t know any better if things were even worse.

I wouldn’t lie to myself if I asked the right questions.

I wouldn’t lay about so much if gravity wasn’t such a drag.

I wouldn’t sit still if the world stopped spinning.

I wouldn’t feel this way or that when you come home.

I wouldn’t remember shit if there weren’t photos to remind me.

I wouldn’t cause an argument about butter or toothpaste.

I wouldn’t sleep so poorly if I slept well.

I wouldn’t know the difference if I lost my sense of smell.

I wouldn’t run off with the house boy if we had a pool boy.

I wouldn’t cause people to stare if I brushed my beard more often.

I wouldn’t write about politics if I was dead.

I wouldn’t handle knives if I concentrated on the scars.

I wouldn’t hum a few bars.

I wouldn’t know love [I can’t finish this sentence]

I wouldn’t believe how effed up the world is if [I can’t finish this one either]

I wouldn’t write lists like this if knew how to prioritize.

I wouldn’t if I could and I won’t, so I don’t.

I wouldn’t last five seconds in a war zone.

I wouldn’t call when I can use the phone.

I wouldn’t want the life of any woman only because of the monthlies.

I wouldn’t say things like that except I just did.

I wouldn’t stand for injustice at a sit-in.

I wouldn’t need if I didn’t breathe.

I wouldn’t find errors in people’s ways if they would just pay attention.

I wouldn’t be me unless I was the exception.

I wouldn’t look the way I do without the experiences I have had.

I wouldn’t be right if I was wrong.

I wouldn’t try to stop.

I would.