A little bit of hope
goes a long way.
Sometimes the process is painful.
Starts out as a dragon and turns into a jelly cake.
From hard scales to soft jello.
A little bit of hope
goes a long way.
Billie gets it.
What it means to be single.
Open, aware, and calm.
Totally okay
with being alone
and NOT in a romantic/sexual relationship right now.
Being single means Freedom.
This year is coming to an end.
Still not normal,
still full of fear and anxiety yet
a little bit of hope
trickles into neon green hair and
dreams and fantasies become one
One. Two. Three.
I’m fine with being a dragon
with its wings clipped.
Or an Barn Owl whose caught in a cage. Stuck in her barn with lots of family and hay.
At least I can see; at least I can hear.
At least I can holler and swear!
I’m healthy, anxious, horny, stuck.
I’m waiting, wishing, wanting, fuck.
I’m wilting, frigid, blooming, muck.
I’m growing, changing, holding luck.
A little bit of hope
goes a long way.
And Billie,
I’m counting on you…
I’m counting on you to get me through
the nights of elation and terror.