it feels almost like spring
the wind is threatening
to blow all of winter away
to rid the skies of all grey
like we all get a fresh start
after
today
Month: March 2024
March 10, 2024
already in the mood for a nap
[daylight savings does this to me]
[late late nights do this to me]
[regular living does this to me]
March 9, 2024
so much of my poetry
is very indicative
of me
and i am almost enough of an
enlightened person
to really look at it
objectively
almost
March 8, 2024
another day
another desperate plea
to whatever gods may
or may not still be
to save this planet
from humanity
March 7, 2024
the ground was muddy this morning
from the past three nights’ rains,
and though the puppy hates to be toweled off
[especially of her feeties]
i successfully tricked her
into doing it for her-self —
i laid out the towel
knowing
she couldn’t resist
stepping on it
and circling on it
and pouncing on it
and lying on it
and walking on it
and stretching on it
and nesting on it
and i think her paws are damn near dry now
with just fifteen minutes of a towel laid out
inconspicuously
on the floor
March 6, 2024
that first sip
of coffee —
even if it’s not the caffeine
i need,
even if it’s just some semblance
of routine —
calms me
and readies me
for the stress of living
March 5, 2024
this kind of rainy day
sets the pace
for homebodyness
huge droplets seen
from the safety of my window screen
seem to beg me to stay
home
where it’s safe
and warm
and dry
but i
have things i’d like to accomplish
errands i actually need to run
and my own mental health to think about
what’s a little dampness from the rain
when considering
circus?
March 4, 2024
a monday
a day
to start in on things
and maybe make
some changes
[it’s march
but i want to start
my new year’s resolutions
now]
a day to organize
and stay at home
and run errands
and not spend hours and hours
scrolling
on a phone
or playing a video game
for the eight hundredth time
a day instead
to vibe
and try
new things
and get things
done
and maybe
even
create
something
completely
new
completely
unheard of
March 3, 2024
the skies opened up and cried for Palestine
as we stood and listened and walked and chanted
and we can’t give up until all of us are free
no we can’t let go until we are all free
March 2, 2024
locking eyes
trans on trains
but it’s more than
‘i see you, you see me too’
it’s the
‘i might know you
from our silly rectangular social boxes’
and lo and behold,
check the algorithm —
there you are
and there i am, not so much sliding
but stumbling into your dms
saying, ‘let’s be friends’
[and blaming my spouse in the process]
and i’m too nervous about awkward connections
to check the reply
just yet
but i do know you have
replied
and i think that’s enough connection
for this socially anxious
ball of rainbows.
[but now the spouse wants to know…]
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