my hair
is rainbow
it has been, on and off, since late 2016
and when it grows out, folks still compliment the colors
for being vibrant
and even
but i know what it’s like to have a
fresh dye moment
and that moment is today
and i feel
so much more like
me
the house plants shine a little greener
against the dreary outside sky
in the winter months
our dog has become
the neediest little puppy
in this, her third year
and perhaps it is simply because
she is not doctor-ordered to
not
follow us upstairs
and jump in beds
and leap on laps
or perhaps she has gotten used to us
and what we will allow
and what we
won’t
but my goodness
the amount of barks for playtime
and dances for attention
and literal time spent in my lap
[yes, this 45-pound dog
sits in my lap
while i sit
on a dining room chair]
has most definitely increased
within this past
year
hilarious
to me
that i recognized that one song
couldn’t place it
couldn’t place it
went to the internet
it almost didn’t help me
and then
like a light at the end of a
long, cold, dark tunnel
reddit user
simply stated
“Spooky Lake Tiktok”
and i am saved from
racking my brain about that
all damn day
[and i get to revel
in the spookiness]
we are all just trying
to get along
get along
get along
with ourselves
with our neighbors
with our coworkers and family and friends
get along by getting along
isn’t that how it
always is
i think
my belated new year’s resolution
is to find the place/space/state of mind
that allows me to write
more this year
how much more need i write
before my beloved bagels
arrive?
i keep feeling
almost
ready to write
like i
almost
have a concept i’m happy with
or i have
almost
found the optimal writing situation/
location/
time of day/
mood/
lighting/
sound/
something/
etc.
but
if imperfection is what i’m looking for
in the product
then perhaps
i should look for that, too
in the process
click your heels together
and say
“there’s no place
like home
there’s no place
like home”
but if home isn’t a place
it’s a feeling
it’s a space for you to
know your own true you
aren’t the heels simply clicking
on the road
to your friends
your clique
your crew
your coconspirators
and comrades
and found family?
is that the truth?
at least our animals exist
i don’t know how much of the outside world
i could survive
knowing about,
if i didn’t have giant puppy dog eyes
and happy puppy tails
and gentle cat purrs
and quaint cat meows
and wonderful little animal cuddles
to come home to every day
[or even stay home with
when the world is too much]
[how in the world do folks without pets
(and with depression)
survive?]
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