On days like these
When I feel fickle and paranoid and overwhelmed,
When my well-modulated voice strikes a brittle note,
When my feet forget how to dance,
And my soul feels stunted and petulant,
When I can’t even fake stable or attractive –
On days like these
I remind myself
That Bukowski would have really liked me. (2007)
image from davidcedillo.com
joberry4 
Your pieces do stick. I remembered this one instantly.
Thank you for remembering, Col. Warning: If it seems repetitive over the next bit, I’m just slowly moving a few items from Letterdash over to WordPress – I’ll try and intersperse with new material.