puppies playing all night
cute
but
not great for our sleep
puppies playing all night
cute
but
not great for our sleep
golden sun
on a golden dog
in a golden human’s house
(but she may be the silver sliver of a ghost now)
(i wonder if ghosts ever fill
their transparent selves
with the amber hue
of gold)
cedar point
as a child
was filled with rides
and adventures
and activities
and waiting in lines
and hoping for tallness
and once in a summer opportunities
so you’d better make the
most of it
cedar point
as an adult
is filled with rides
and adventure
and autonomy
and vibes
and loving the ambiance
of spooky season
and only going once every few years
or even less
so you’d better not put too much pressure on yourself
or you won’t have
fun
[and somehow that lessens
the pressure
a ton]
i just wanted to say
how much i love my whole
family
true, they aren’t perfect
(but no one is)
and there is so much love
and listening
and care
here
Grandmama gave us that
Grandmama started it
and we continue it
onwards
writing poetry
to local news
and fake laughter
and small chit chatter
writing poetry
as the world falls apart
and explodes
and explodes
and explodes
half a globe away
writing poetry as my life
has fallen to inverse-seeing
and yet i still feel stable
and yet i still feel
nearly able
to be happy
writing poetry
far away from home
but back in a home
i once knew better
than i’ll ever
know myself
writing poetry
that’s my through line
that’s my safety net
that’s my commonality
and only a few of my people
know it
read it
know me
from it
but that’s ok
since i’m writing poetry
[mostly]
for me
some food
some entertainment
a little rest
some darning
some poetry
and maybe darning again
then a drive
to a goodbye
and who knows after that
it feels like an end of an era
but there were so many eras inside of it
it’s hard to say what is finality
and what continues on
and what has already passed
into
the past
a new cat
for Computer to interact with
a new feline take
on canine relationships
a larger than average
animal
who meows and purrs
and holds her own
and won’t put up with any of this puppy’s
hassles
(but will/should Computer
put up with Mia’s
shenanigans)
i wish
i could see
through my glasses
i wish
they weren’t smudged
with fingerprints
and face oils
and life
i wish
i wasn’t so hungry
i couldn’t concentrate
and so sleepy
i’m expecting to snuggle
into the soft body of this poem
and relax until it’s time to drive
on home
[again]
sometimes you have to go back to your
childhood home
family community
to gather strength
and encouragement
to go out into the world once more
bumble bees floating
past
second story windows
and
surviving the cold spell
we
just got through
stay safe little boomble