warm porridge
mussed dream hair
there's a wayward cat underfoot
batting at a terrified clove of garlic
trying desperately to disappear in beige carpet
the humor is poignant and fleeting
tangible for seven seconds
a moment.
a dim basement
a humming fridge
an unmade futon
a minimum wage
a full tummy
a spoonful of honey
a moment.
words of passion
words of doubt
words of grief
of hope.
words for words
just for their sake.
a moment.
i live with a bee
a pixie, a fox,
two kits
and me.
we like to have tea.
a moment, it's okay.
today is a day.
we'll be alright
no matter which way
we'll be alright-
it's going to be okay.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
warm porridge
mussed dream hair
there's a wayward cat underfoot
batting at a terrified clove of garlic
trying desperately to disappear in beige carpet
the humor is poignant and fleeting
tangible for seven seconds
a moment.
a dim basement
a humming fridge
an unmade futon
a minimum wage
a full tummy
a spoonful of honey
a moment.
words of passion
words of doubt
words of grief
of hope.
words for words
just for their sake.
a moment.
i live with a bee
a pixie, a fox,
two kits
and me.
we like to have tea.
a moment, it's okay.
today is a day.
we'll be alright
no matter which way
we'll be alright-
it's going to be okay.
