halloween nails
and a halloween sweatshirt
and a spooky rib
that keeps moving out of place
on its own
like it’s haunted
i think i’m already ready
for thursday
halloween nails
and a halloween sweatshirt
and a spooky rib
that keeps moving out of place
on its own
like it’s haunted
i think i’m already ready
for thursday
a dream
of mine
is to coax a cat inside —
any one of our outdoor cats
whom i feed daily
and try to get them used to me
by standing
and waving
and saying
“i love you”
every time they so much as glance at me
and yesterday
i did it!
[but now we have to deal with an un-neutered male cat
with potential fleas…
but at least i have a friend who works with felines like this
and can help with all the
meds
and fostering
and surgeries
10 out of 10 friendship]
for the past few days
i’ve been looking more forward
to the winter holidays
than halloween
and i don’t know what that makes me
except maybe
just wanting
to feel
cozy
unaware
how to be aware
whilst i’m only aware
of how damn tired i am
this morning
grand plans
for so many poems
but the attention span
to leave as soon as they’re started
i have a whole half of a table
open for use
but i choose
to set up my laptop as close
to the mess of the other half
as possible
i suppose i work best
in cluttered
chaos
why
am i so resistent
to being told what to do?
is the the literal years/
two whole decades
of being told education is what i “have to” do
and that it all “has to” be this way
only to find out
in my mid-to-late-twenties
that there are so many other ways,
and our education system is so flawed
not just with resources allocated unequally
but in the literal ways the textbooks read/
that everything is touched by humans
and nothing is objective
ever,
and sometimes it’s traditional
and sometimes it’s one person’s power grab
to create a hero
where there was only a genocidal maniac before,
and the myth of history being written by the winners
really puts a black-and-white/violence is supreme
kind of spin on it,
and the loss of momentum
i was always warned against
is simply
the burnout i feel
now
it’s not that i hate being told what to do
by a person or persons —
it’s the whole system
i refuse
to listen
to
the one good thing
about it getting cold
outside
is that i now have the excuse
to get cozy — donning huge sweaters
and huddling in warm, fluffy blankets
with hot tea
or hot cocoa
or hot cider
and indulging in a comforting book or tv show —
as the weather blisters outside,
inside
aiming
for nothing more or less than cozy
i keep having
a day or two
of respite
from my utter desolate sadness
that makes me think that
maybe
maybe
maybe
it’s over
maybe
maybe
maybe
i got through it
maybe
maybe
maybe
i can actually
do this thing called
life
but then it comes back
and
i’m so damn sad
if i sit perched
like a little bird
will the words stream out faster
and faster
like getting ready for takeoff
flying
soaring
through ideas and concepts and
landing with the right words
every
time?