with a long slew of
tough days
and busy nights
and sleepless dreams
behind me
i know
i know
i’ll catch up
i’ll catch up
eventually
i’m just so excited this is
almost over
with a long slew of
tough days
and busy nights
and sleepless dreams
behind me
i know
i know
i’ll catch up
i’ll catch up
eventually
i’m just so excited this is
almost over
little puppies
just getting the all clear
to walk and run and jump and play
on all four legs
and here comes
a lump
a possible tumor
and why is this perfect puppy
not showing perfection
in her vet visits???
~~~
catching up
with poetry
feels like
catching up
with feelings
with emotions
with processing things
i have a hard time
processing
i suppose
that’s
a good thing
~~~
i starting thinking
in poetry
about a year ago
but today i started
dreaming in poetry
for the first time
(does it [all] mean anything?)
catching up
but not forcing any sort of
due date
upon myself
is both freeing
and terrifying
[and ever so slightly boring-ing]