Well Bottom Blues

I am vulture-heavy. My stories are caskets filled with black feathers,

But the dead, in their vast merriment, egg me on. Write the motherfucking poem. See why I love them?

— “I am vulture heavy”, Diane Seuss

I am capable of light verse but it’s not my natural tendency. I’ve been diagnosed variously with adhd, generalized anxiety disorder, and bipolar disorder; looking back on my childhood difficulty and interfacing with the world I have to assume so level of autism.

My neurodivergence is not a spectrum but rather a Venn diagram with a central intersection labeled melancholy, and it shows in my poetry. I remember telling the pill nurse in psych 15 years ago that given my life circumstances, if I wasn’t depressed I would be some sort of sociopath.

Beyond my life circumstances, there has been nothing out in the wide world in the last 10 years that would not apply equally to that statement.

And current events are worse.