Do whatever you wish to do,
Either way you will be criticized .

11/12/2021

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

-


totally submerged
they laid side by side
three puppies of
different colors in a
shallow puddle
by a pasture

a bull with udders was
fixed halfway into
some fencing nearby
like no big deal

he was totally dark and
she did not labor

i lifted the brown one
he yawned and
looked at me with
black sleepy eyes

the middle grey and white one
was twitching partially under
the first, buried halfway
into sawdust

i left him

the third one had bands
of orange and red
around its little body
he was far too little
to pick up with
my fingers

they all just wanted
to lay still and sleep
in mysteriously
clear waters—

i woke...


"pups of a puddle"
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Ignite the light
Ablaze the fire of delight
To which stars could beam from the sky
As the night could walk
In the darkness
It glows
From fireflies that search for wavering sea
It might catch a feeling of despair
Deprived, detach from the noise that you hear from the outside world.