spooky music
soothes my soul
[it really does,
though i may have poem’ed about this before]
and what began
as a
‘too tired’
‘still a little stressed’
‘ugh we have to deal with all these boxes now’
kind of day
has turned into a
‘skeletons are already up’
‘it’s spooky season!’
*bopping head along with music*
*sipping [[seasonal]] iced coffee*
‘look at all these books i get to organize now!’
kind of morning
October 4, 2021
we did it
(and only a few tears)
we did it
(and there’s really not that much left
to do
in the old place)
we did it
all our stuff is now in the house!
(how have we done this
four or five times already
and still stayed together?)
(i suppose that’s why people
look up to our love???)
October 3, 2021
so much
moving/packing/driving/stress
too tired to write
a real poem
so instead
i’ll convey to you
the most beautiful thing i heard today
directly after pulling in to our new home’s driveway
the final trip of the day
from across the street
at a new neighbor’s 6th birthday party:
child (somewhere between 8 and 10)
singing (while sprinting down a long driveway):
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!! I BE-
(the sound “oof” is heard)
(pause)
child (yelling reassuringly): I’M FINE!
(pause)
(pause)
(pause)
child (running back up the driveway toward the party)
(not quite as loud or exuberant as previously):
I believe I can fly!
October 2, 2021
finding myself
learning that love
epiphanies abound
seems strange into my thirties
but i guess
better late than never?
October 1, 2021
it’s October
the weather’s getting colder
it’s October
we have a yard now
it’s October
everything will be dead soon
it’s October
we will get to see the colors change
it’s October
time to think of the stressors of the past
it’s October
time to think of the coziness of the future
it’s October
no more thinking
just doing
living
and breathing in
this October
as it is.
September 30, 2021
back and forth
And
up and down
And
in and out
And
exhaustion abounds
but today
just forth
just up
just in
(except for some really excellent bagels)
and it’s *starting* to feel like
Home
September 29, 2021
“this house must have ghosts”
or maybe it’s just the cat
yawling at a new situation
“this house must have ghosts”
or maybe it’s just the lack of sleep
over subsequent months
of stressing over
attempted break-ins,
the dog’s health,
the prospect of buying a house,
the discomfort of not our own mattress…
“this house must have ghosts”
or maybe…maybe i just really, really want to have ghosts…
so
are they nice ghosts???
September 28, 2021
the very same day
i became a homeowner
in New York City
i portrayed the epitome
of a stereotypical New Yorker
(pizza in hand, honking my car’s horn unnecessarily,
driving in that way that only New Yorkers drive)
(although, if i were a real real New Yorker
i feel like i’d have
neither house
nor car,
so there is that…)
September 27, 2021
today’s the day
the moment of truth
the do or [don’t]
and i certainly hope
it’s all
do.
[especially after this whole weekend of other doings]
September 26, 2021
in the morning
these pages
[these poems]
soothe me,
subdue me,
make me
more pliable
less early-morning-needing-a-strech-stiff-as-fuck,
and if the night has been restless
with less sleep than is ever needed
by me
i can sort through the fog
and become more of a person
(more of a me)
than i was in the deep dark depths of the
strugglenight
it used to be that
taking the glasses off
and sticking the contacts in
my eyes
was my way of waking up,
but recently
it seems
the sudden alertness
has been replaced with
a
slow, steady awareness
of the day
beginning
as i type out
my thoughts
moment by moment
word by word
letter by letter
thought by thought
[with, of course, the gracious assist
of a mug full of cold coffee
to aid as need be]
kipventures 