I always seem to be approaching things
working on obtaining or they
hover in the distance
sitting in a basket
pending, waiting
on others to follow through
to eventually be deleted
on the ticking of time
I always seem to be approaching things
working on obtaining or they
hover in the distance
sitting in a basket
pending, waiting
on others to follow through
to eventually be deleted
on the ticking of time
the pavement extended until it didn’t
in the near distance it halted at a deep chasm
unbeknownst, Life pushed me forward…anyway
but here I’ve arrived and here I teeter
on the precipice of Effort and Why Bother
I was never good at celebrating Me
things that depress, things that oppress
the body, the spirit
external things beyond control;
things major, things minor
there is always some thing
but here’s the Thing…
a thing already cracked
can rarely break; more
crackling only lets more light in
Eleven hours of sleeping and waking because I decided not to take an antihistamine to help me sleep. I wake to sinus pressure, congestion and coughing, face ready to explode.
I can’t smell much, but what does get through is the acerbic stench of mold. I’m allergic to dust, pollen and…mold.
Next week, the university goes on winter break.
Next week the students upstairs leave for break, supposedly, again.
Next week, they should begin repairing leaks upstair, again.
After Next week they should assess the mold
in the bedroom where I sleep,
in the bathroom where I bathe, again.
It’s been eight months of next weeks, and each week I’m hopeful, again.
Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me time and time again.
inhale, focus on stillness
on the verge of tears but not
a dull pain of pressure throbs
exhale, release darkness
warm, the little body heavy against me
keeps my spirit from caving
inhale, manifest lightness
I am my age
but not
I have immense energy
but don’t
There’s room in my life for love
but there really isn’t
I’m too smart for my own good,
but kinda dumb on occasion
And if it confuses some people?
Well, it confuses me more.