sudden
inexplicable
sadness
hopefully
this is just me
taking on my spouse’s birthday depression
and lightening their load
somewhat
before the day is over
[hopefully]
sudden
inexplicable
sadness
hopefully
this is just me
taking on my spouse’s birthday depression
and lightening their load
somewhat
before the day is over
[hopefully]
watching Kip
the day before their birthday
assemble legos
and read fun facts and trivia
about the plants they are re-creating
with little plastic bricks
for me
is love
incarnate
i feel like i have
whatever’s opposite of taking things
for granted
like i hold things as too precious
so as to prepare myself for the day
they are gone
[neither of these approaches
really help with
living in the moment though]
hobbies
collected
collecting dust
as new ones catch our eye
and the least we can hope for
is including old supplies
in newest hobbies
as recent ones
fly by
the world turns
rotates
and expected bright and dark
bright and dark
bright and dark
interrupts
the brightness of the dark
blocking out the daytime
for a moment
for a few minutes
the birds quiet
the spouse pauses work
and we look through two pairs of sunglasses
as the family group chat in cleveland
explodes
with iphone photos
and pictures of dslr cameras
alike
showing totality
showing what i could have seen
if i’d traveled for the experience
[still not quite as cool as a few years ago
when i observed even less totality
while flying on my moon-shaped lyra
outside and sunglassed and free]
i feel sick
i feel overwhelmed
i feel sad and worried and down
i feel uncreative and bored
and like there’s so much i could do
if my brain wanted to
but it really really really doesn’t want to
do much more than
video games
and tv shows
and sewing sewing sewing
the slow increase of volume
the rumbling to shuddering
greater and greater until the only logical expectation is
a violent crash
or a collapse,
and then to just
rumble back down again
into quiet
into nothingness —
all that’s left is my heart still echoing the great shuddering
because i’m not used to it
i’m not familiar
i don’t know what to expect
i don’t know if my house will continue to stand after this
nor after the second
but we’re all still here, and we’re all still fine —
and the memes are just
sublime
[my very first/and very second
earthquake]
what a day
was yesterday —
a covid kip/
a power outage
lasting hours
[so no regular morning things]/
many calls and stresses/
and finally, the dreaded mri
[but not before getting poked and prodded
and hurt and pained
and bruised]
and, of course, a target run
for my sickkip
but now
now
today
this morning
at this moment
things
are back
to
[relative]
normal
there is something
~tragic~
about terrible gum
especially in one’s
favorite
flavor:
the excitement
for the bright blue
of ultra-sour
blueberry
the curly-q
of a whole big tape
of bubble gum
waiting in front of you
and to have the initial unfurl
of the roll
snap
and break
and shatter
only bodes ominous
for the rest of the experience
and then
for the flavor to be good
for maybe four seconds
just makes the loss of flavor
later
hurt one’s soul
a million times over
and if that weren’t enough
right when you think you should just
spit it out
be done with it,
a random flavor pocket will burst to life
and you want to chew more
to not waste any flavor,
but the chewing hurts your jaw
and the flavoring is overall
so underwhelming
this disappointment
is one of the worst
of my life
[not really, but man,
when you are *in the mood* for some
blueberry bubble gum
and this happens…
the soul aches
for brand-name hubba bubba
bubble tape]
casting the blank ballot
was frightening
and liberating
and a little guilt-i-fying
though i’d never do it for the actual presidential election
and i don’t know how much it’ll change anything
i did it
i did it
i did it
for the people
of Palestine
[now let’s go do
more]