the supreme satisfaction
when we hear from the front yard
laughter and admiration
at our Skeleton Self-Scare Party
[Halloween decorating:
we may be a little
later than we wanted
but at least we got it
and we got it
good]
the supreme satisfaction
when we hear from the front yard
laughter and admiration
at our Skeleton Self-Scare Party
[Halloween decorating:
we may be a little
later than we wanted
but at least we got it
and we got it
good]
puppies filling up a weekend
eating up all our time and attention
with worry
and laughter
and entertainment
and play
and clean-up
and comfort
and analysis
and all that puppy jazz
divided attention
[all weekend]
but our excitement for this Breakfast Day
is unbounded
at least spooky time is spooky
and if nothing else
i can look forward to
the vibes
these times
bring
i definitely feel like my concentration is a bit
gone
these days
don’t know if i’ll get it back
don’t know if i want it back
but i suppose
this is how
human-ness goes
~~~
how many times must i
write ‘how many times must i’
until it captures this tiredness
from life
and structure
and stricture
and strife
enough that i can leave
that openng phrase
behind?
~~~
don’t know if that poem is
exactly what i was trying to say
but hey —
i said it.
the desire to simply
sew
stitch
embroider
do nothing with my time but extend the things i do with my hands
it is strong today
i have so many questions i want to ask my Grandmama
and no opportunity to ask them anymore
(i desire stories/
multitudes of stories/
i’d take them from strangers,
but i really want them from
the folks i grew up with and
i’ll devour them whole)
virtual reality
not dizzying
so much as
disorienting
and leaving me hyper aware
of smudges on my glasses
and the lack of outer space behind/in front of/around me
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)