divided attention
[all weekend]
but our excitement for this Breakfast Day
is unbounded
divided attention
[all weekend]
but our excitement for this Breakfast Day
is unbounded
at least spooky time is spooky
and if nothing else
i can look forward to
the vibes
these times
bring
i definitely feel like my concentration is a bit
gone
these days
don’t know if i’ll get it back
don’t know if i want it back
but i suppose
this is how
human-ness goes
~~~
how many times must i
write ‘how many times must i’
until it captures this tiredness
from life
and structure
and stricture
and strife
enough that i can leave
that openng phrase
behind?
~~~
don’t know if that poem is
exactly what i was trying to say
but hey —
i said it.
the desire to simply
sew
stitch
embroider
do nothing with my time but extend the things i do with my hands
it is strong today
i have so many questions i want to ask my Grandmama
and no opportunity to ask them anymore
(i desire stories/
multitudes of stories/
i’d take them from strangers,
but i really want them from
the folks i grew up with and
i’ll devour them whole)
virtual reality
not dizzying
so much as
disorienting
and leaving me hyper aware
of smudges on my glasses
and the lack of outer space behind/in front of/around me
puppies playing all night
cute
but
not great for our sleep
golden sun
on a golden dog
in a golden human’s house
(but she may be the silver sliver of a ghost now)
(i wonder if ghosts ever fill
their transparent selves
with the amber hue
of gold)
cedar point
as a child
was filled with rides
and adventures
and activities
and waiting in lines
and hoping for tallness
and once in a summer opportunities
so you’d better make the
most of it
cedar point
as an adult
is filled with rides
and adventure
and autonomy
and vibes
and loving the ambiance
of spooky season
and only going once every few years
or even less
so you’d better not put too much pressure on yourself
or you won’t have
fun
[and somehow that lessens
the pressure
a ton]
i just wanted to say
how much i love my whole
family
true, they aren’t perfect
(but no one is)
and there is so much love
and listening
and care
here
Grandmama gave us that
Grandmama started it
and we continue it
onwards