
Tag: health
this could be a poem
about failure
in love
my career or lack thereof
first female presidential aspirations
gone awry
i was born too late
to be joan of arc
or marie curie
it could be about divorcing twice
and how that precludes a third try
the way i’m not my father
or my mother
a sonnet about autism
what having twin teenagers
who live
inside an alternate reality is like
and the sudden image
of sissy spacek in carrie
when your parenting method
need be applied
stretch marks
grand addictions
bourbon goes in your mouth so willingly,
have you noticed?
panties fall off so easily
those two may be interconnected
student loans
shotgun wedding consumerism
single parent economics
fried green tomatoes
leading to an existential crisis
a closet full of pricey heels
and clutch purses
wishing they were
hiking boots,
sturdy jeans,
and pocket knives
it could be about some piece of shit
who dicked me over
or someone i put the screws to
being thoughtless
it’s funny the damage one can do
without even trying
in southern families
the way
needing a bassinet
is more tragic
than needing a casket
but it’s not
it’s not about any of that
this poem is about gratitude
for all i’ve been spared and given
this poem is the thundering cry
of one human
sent crashing skyward into stars
for god to exist
if not for me
for my loved ones and friends
this poem is about living to write this
february 2cd
(cue booming hollow sports announcer voice)
super bowl SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY
ground hog day
on which
punxsutawney phil saw his fictitious shadow
in the epicenter
of manufactured battles
man vs. weather
man vs. processed cheese polymer
man vs. traumatic brain and spinal cord injury
my war
is that my personal health is at a tipping point
the choices i make now
will determine the length of my life
and my overall wellness
2014 must be the year i stop
abusing myself
with smoke
with drink
with bad jobs
with bad men
my sons are 18 now
i choose to see them live as flourishing men
i want to put my best face forward
for the coming apocalypse
this leaves me with only one drug
words
my sword dipped in ink
in the contest between good and evil
good wins
know why?
books
kisses from children
and puppies
but even they won’t stop the earth
from feeling the need to
cure itself of us
we are coming to our unpollinated end
so all you lesser demons can fuck off