the chronically ill anthem is telling yourself     I will do better tomorrow as if the words are not bitter bullets you have to try and swallow the casings jangling against your teeth on the way down

   I will do better tomorrow as if it’s a head cold a fever as if tomorrow will arrive and the morning sun will bring a cure to fatigue and the tired heavy ache of your joints

you think     I will do better tomorrow because a change of day night day will make it easier to keep up with friendly conversations and over flowing house work and day to day life, as if it was just a bad day that can be gotten past