the corner of my eye
twitches
when staring at a screen
for too long
[two minutes is apparently
too long
today]
the corner of my eye
twitches
when staring at a screen
for too long
[two minutes is apparently
too long
today]
bury me in my most beloved outfit
of the day
but make sure i have something
extra
in case the next day
is a different gender
or vibe
[i wouldn’t want to be misgendered
in the afterlife
or by the tiny larvae
exploding through my skin
eating me from the inside]
i can’t wait to be
a few slivers of fabric
and mostly bones
and maybe someone will figure out how to tattoo on my ribcage
‘nonbinary’
so every archaeologist will know
to make no assumptions
from my skeleton’s makeup
just vibe with the tiniest microorganisms
that i brought with me
daily
and i’ll try to explain
to st. peter
or hades
or whomever i have to
what being ‘gender chaotic’ really means
and hopefully
after i’ve shuffled off this mortal coil
and no longer have to adhere to a physical form
i can be what i’ve always thought of myself
internally
how come some of my best poems
are those where i turn my
whole brain off?
just a quick little morning poetry today
gotta do it
gotta do it
if only to wake myself up
to be in the moment
and help for tomorrow
and tomorrow’s tomorrow
to get in the habit
again
of writing
and writing
and writing
my thoughts out
each morning
each moment
digested through
poetry
i’m way off to the side
looking in
checking up
half affected by the violence
but only by third and fourth degrees
my close friend’s
daughter’s
friend’s
friend
is in critical condition
my former roommate
went there
decades
ago
i know folks in madison
working directly in schools
part time
they feel the effects
they’ll know the fear
[they’ve already been feeling it
but now it feels more real]
and i’m still over here
way outside the group
fearing for folks
instead of dealing directly
or helping directly
i’m just talking directly
and noticing patterns
and sending my best energy
and wondering how i can be so affected
every time
but it does feel worse
when it’s closer to home,
even a home you no longer go home to
it was
the people still are
and i sat on facebook for the first time in years
just hoping to hear from my people
feeling selfish
and afraid
and still somewhat untouchable
because i’m somehow always
degrees away
from tragedy
myself
and what does it all mean
[i think it means
there’s been a reckoning
and will continue to be
until we are all
closer than
next door to
the gunshots]
an impulse to search zillow
for houses in
la
an impulse to change my whole wardrobe
and start the whole journey
today
an impulse to create a new craft
try a new recipe
just do something that is
100% new to me
but i know
me
and i know
the event
more likely —
a start
with no middle
and definitely no finishing up
the curse and constant battle
of the adhd brain
on life
no
no
it’s not
2025
just yet
don’t write it
don’t fret
don’t worry
quite yet
[how did i know, though?
how did i know?]
[was it just the association
with ‘project 2025’?
or did i have a view
into that future
year
and know
it would be a shit show
even before it
began?]
perched
like a gremlin
atop the specialty cushion that is
supposed to
help my back/glute issues,
but only if i sit on it
like a normal human
no wonder i never fully
rid myself of my aches
and pains
WOOF
BOOF
says the puppy,
protecting us from the
unfamiliar sounds of
car doors
and trucks revving
outside
what a brave puppy!
but what she does
doesn’t actually protect us
[i hope she thinks it does
tho]
hear me out
hear
me
out
[i don’t know if it reads — the first line being
one to a general audience
where i don’t even know what i’m going to say
or, perhaps, why i’m going to say it,
but the second stanza
is me
to me
desperately pleading
though i still don’t know
what subject matter
i just want myself
to hear what i have to say
i need myself
to hear what
i have
to say]