I contain multitudes I will
it so
multitudes more than I maybe
can contain comfortably I
seek comfort in
discomfort
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 12:10 AM UTC
Alas poor yoric
here you lie
alongside
friends, enemies -- strangers you
have (had) no opinion on
what side is alongside in
a deadened place? whose side is
where when after is no longer
before?
the limit does not exist when
a body count counts
even after the soul leaves
but it should
how can corpses count in a math problem of a Choose
Your Side when
they're all on one side now and it's not
yours nor
mine it's the
veil
that none of us with minds and souls and points to prove will ever
cross (in our lifetime)
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 9:55 PM UTC
I think I'm turning paranoid,
Or at least a little mean;
I question all the motives
Of those who liked my meme.
The second I get Followed,
I **** turn around around to see
If he just wants a "Follow-back"
Or truly likes my feed.
Don't even get me started
On social reciprocation.
IRL I don't do so well;
In virtual, I'm an island nation.
Do I just Like what I like?
Or only what really hits home?
What if it's a horrible post
By someone who loves my poem?
...do you like me? Do you really
like me?
Does it
matter?
I
don't
know
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
So
I hate
HATE
washing dishes. But I don't
discriminate (pots and
pans and spoons and measuring
cups are also on my *****
list)
So
when I bake
in a microwave,
in one bowl,
with one mixing fork,
and no measuring tools,
it's sort of kind
of a bit of
a miracle
when the baked thing rises
AND it
tastes
ok
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
I just ate a loaf of bread
It was toasted and delicious
The only problem now?
My stomach can be vicious.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
I used to think that I was Social
And then Media came to play.
I've only ever consumed the stuff;
At creating, I'm middling - just okay.
I can't Mediate people;
Will never be a journalist;
I like talking sometimes,
But the internet? Not the greatest.
So it's time to divorce these words:
The Social from the Media.
For all the info I could want,
There's always wikipedia.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
Who owns grief?
The one who cries the loudest?
The one who acts the most disturbed?
Or asshole-ish?
Or eerily withdrawn and quiet?
The one who had The Best Relationship with the dead?
The most unresolved?
The one who feels the most guilt?
Who feels out of place at the funeral?
Who resents the world?
Who is named in the will?
How many people can have a share?
Who is allowed a say on the Board of Grief?
Are children underage?
How powerful are the grieving?
Enough to command a neighbor’s chicken soup?
Casserole?
Cake?
Family heirloom?
House?
Family entire?
Telephone call?
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
“I was just
joking,” You Say but
I don’t feel any laughter
coming - something funny is
there though it’s the
Just, the
Just makes What You
Say both less and
somehow
more
the funny (not
haha) part is: What
You Say is not can
never be
Just
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
If my life were a number
line—for example—
My life starts: 0
I laugh for the first time: +2
I yell at my mom: -3
I win in school: +10
I lose a job: -11
Am I really the sum of these
parts
the absent space of
my negative numbers
in opposition to the positives
Or
Am I more of an absolute value kind of girl?
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
When I was small I said “Mom
my tummy hurts” and
then kisses and maybe a spoon of liquid
(icky) tylenol followed and then
All Better!
Now
when I’m bigger in shoe size, in brain
(in tummy)
Now when
my stomach starts to bubble and
roil and twist I know the source
is not candy and the
cure is no longer kisses and
I need so much more I need
slow breaths and
slower
thoughts
and
no maternal concern concerning
itself with my intestines, small or
large
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC