Hunger is a constant today.
Lunch eaten, snacks consumed, coffee imbibed,
and still.
I have a habit of opening things
in search of food
when I am bored.
I am like a squirrel that way, I think.
Or is my hunger the squirrel? Following me around
a few paces away--
safe distance--
creeping up when I am still.
Do you have any food for me?
Do you?
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
#25/30 - 2017
Fraught with possibility,
he describes the ream of paper that set him on his path,
bright green and overlarge, bidding.
The mute challenge of all that white space,
he says,
and I think I understand.
Possibility can be more paralyzing
than fear.
Potential can spiral wrong oh so quickly,
but if you let it,
that fear can move you too.
Harness the fear
move forward in spite
and go confidently.
and I think I understand.
Possibility can be more paralyzing
than fear.
Potential can spiral wrong oh so quickly,
but if you let it,
that fear can move you too.
Harness the fear
move forward in spite
and go confidently.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
#24/30 - 2017
Somehow, grocery shopping leads to computer buying
You want the one that's shiny, you say.
Your input is purely aesthetic, relying on me
for the rest.
Is this a good one?
I have to reach back
into another life, another relationship, another standard of knowledge
to help us.
The look on your face while I babble tells me
it doesn't matter,
it's a good one.
You want the one that's shiny, you say.
Your input is purely aesthetic, relying on me
for the rest.
Is this a good one?
I have to reach back
into another life, another relationship, another standard of knowledge
to help us.
The look on your face while I babble tells me
it doesn't matter,
it's a good one.
#23/30 - 2017
Guard your eyes against a world that is too bright
for the night you had.
Wrap yourself in white noise and highway rumbles,
ease away the slow knocking on your temples.
Left hand at 12 o'clock on the wheel, right hand lazily tracing a snag in your jeans,
I watch you sleep out of the corner of my eye,
and wish I could cover you with more than just a blanket
as a remedy
for the night you had.
Wrap yourself in white noise and highway rumbles,
ease away the slow knocking on your temples.
Left hand at 12 o'clock on the wheel, right hand lazily tracing a snag in your jeans,
I watch you sleep out of the corner of my eye,
and wish I could cover you with more than just a blanket
as a remedy
#22/30 - 2017
The eloquence with which I respond
is inversely related to
the number of vodka cranberries I imbibe.
So the third time I am asked,
Oh, what position do you play?
I simply respond,
"Girlfriend!"
#21/30 - 2017
I picked daffodil for a spring birthday
and brought it to a friend at a bar.
The daffodil was a yellow starburst, plucked
from my own back garden,
but on my walk with the blossom, I saw others
city-planted, concrete-stunted,
less buttery and more sickly yellow.
I wanted to wear a sign declaring the origin,
so that others would know I did not steal it--
but also, the secret to its vibrancy was me.
and brought it to a friend at a bar.
The daffodil was a yellow starburst, plucked
from my own back garden,
but on my walk with the blossom, I saw others
city-planted, concrete-stunted,
less buttery and more sickly yellow.
I wanted to wear a sign declaring the origin,
so that others would know I did not steal it--
but also, the secret to its vibrancy was me.
#20/30 - 2017
Thinking that
you have to make up for yesterday
is a dangerous line to ride.
There is a line between
endurance and injury,
one we are sometimes too stubborn to acknowledge,
wanting that thing so desperately,
the toll we pay to get there unimportant.
you have to make up for yesterday
is a dangerous line to ride.
There is a line between
endurance and injury,
one we are sometimes too stubborn to acknowledge,
wanting that thing so desperately,
the toll we pay to get there unimportant.
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