What if none of it matters?
What if there is no downside?
What if I didn’t do anything wrong?
What if it is positive?
What if I am okay either way (because I am and I will be)?
What if it wasn’t that last word I sent via text message that ended it all?
What if it was going to happen eventually anyway?
What if everyone is feeling around in the dark and no none has the fucking answers?
What if all our preconceived notions are bullshit and life is really all made of the positive things we choose to never indulge?
What if there is more?
What if the other shoe drops?
What if life is to be lived?
What if joy replaces pain, confusion, and fear?
What if he does like me?
What if I like him?
What if he just fell asleep?
What if I do well?
What if I am exceptionally talented in a myriad of different ways?
What if I’m not weird?
What if I am a complete delight?
What happens when you stop micromanaging your thoughts and start getting real, the Real World San Francisco.
What if I am a great-aunt?
What if I am exceptional with babies?
What if I am not hurting anyone?
What if I don’t say I’m sorry?
What if I am beautiful?
What if the world really is my oyster?
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A litany is defined by Merriam-Webster dictionary as “a usually lengthy recitation or enumeration.” This poem is a “lengthy recitation or enumeration” of my usual thoughts as catalogued in my journal on June 5, 2018.
Kara Jackman is an Archivist at Boston University by day and a freelance writer by night. Her work has appeared in a number of regional, Massachusetts newspapers, non-profit newsletters, and local sports magazines. Her interests are many and varied thanks to her parents' commitment to artistic immersion. Her four years spent at the College of the Holy Cross did not hurt either. She blogs about music, fitness and self-improvement. Kara resides in a suburb just outside the city of Boston.