puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
puppy snoofs
plant droops
kip shivers
first-appointment jitters
calmed by music and poetry
and coffee
trying to write out
something
while my mind is reeling with
everything
but somehow i can think of absolutely
nothing
to try to write out to say…
books
upon books
upon books upon books upon books
that’s what our house is made of
[and i wouldn’t have it
any other way]
every day
i learn something new
or see something in a way i
never knew to look at
and perhaps that’s the point of being human
or at least the point
of calling myself
a poet
eves are still for
excitement and
possibilities
no matter how old i grow
or how pessimistic i think i’m becoming
i still have the idea for what could be
just on my vision’s horizon
[i hope i never lose that]
one word to get across the finish line
of a word count goal
that is all mine
and i did it
just for me
just for me
maybe it’s not the gamification
of the to-do list
and self-care
maybe it’s masking self-care
as care for a lil’ guy™
and that’s what i need
to take care of my own
self
december is really hitting me like
a ton of bricks
being transformed quickly into feathers
[i still have some bruises, and some pokes,
but all in all it’s the suffocating stuffing that’s
hitting me rather than the pounding of existential pressure, so
at least that’s…
different]
you know
you’re probably
doing something not quite right
when you
have to
schedule yourself to “maybe just chillax”
in your
to-do list.
is it just last night’s sleep?
is it something in the air?
is it an allergy?
is it the depression?
or is it the actual date of today
that’s making me feel
this
type
of
way?