It's not about
fiery passion
challenging the sun
but rather about
the moments
during movies where
she gently elbows
me in the side and
points
with a smirk
to tell me that the
man on the screen
being particular about
his food reminds
her of me

quiet nudges
have moved mountains
more than fire ever
could
in our journey together

I love having
positive people
around me
all sunshine
and rainbows
so that my tired cells
can feed and thrive
until I get sunburned
and push them away
because I am a
delicate
*******
flower

All too often
I find myself
looking at my roots
and remembering
the warmth
the comfort
the stability
of the tilled earth
from where I began
where our roots ran
free through the cotton-dried
soil
instead of curling unto themselves
for warmth creating endless
loops and portholes
through which the past
scorched earth
looks greener
than the rolling hills
of the kettle moraine

Tired again
perhaps depressed
or maybe just bummed
but I can't really tell
as I walk through this haze from
one dream
to
the next
and people are
starting to blur
and are as
melodramatic as
ever and
really I
just need a bit
of sleep
so that I can shake off
a bit of the dust that has
accumulate in my
eyes from being
awake all too
much

I once knew a woman
who did jigsaw puzzles
and it was interesting
how
when she would finish them
she would glue all the
pieces together
as a sort of testament to
having conquered chaos
and made order out of
scraps
and I think perhaps
she was on to something
as I see how desperately
people long for
the stability of Facebook
photo albums
and friend lists
stuck in perfect
suspense
and free from the world
and all you have to do
is look at your glued
puzzle collection and say
"I have conquered this day"

It was misty
and gloomy
as though we had
lost rights to the sun
because we'd
misbehaved
and I got out of
my car to try and talk
to someone in charge
but the second my door
opened,
huge
heavy
raindrops
fell from the skies,
spat by angels at our
collective sin
and I tried to tell them
they had the wrong guy
but the rain just went
into my mouth and
made me choke
and I ran into the library
newly baptized and shivering
and an old man
all dry and sweatered
asked me
"It's it raining out there still?"

I'm more tired
than not
these days
and the man on
the television
tells me that
this means I am
successful
because to be busy
is to not be idle
and being idle
is a sin
so I am exhausted
all the time now
and I hope that everyone
will be proud
of the bags under my
eyes in which I carry
everyone else's
problems and solutions
because to be busy
is to not be idle
and being idle is
a sin