“Yesterday, I went to the store to get two packages of my favorite blueberry muffins – procurred from the specific section where they always used to be.
And found upon returning hom – to my dismay – that the interlopers were not gluten-free!”
“Yesterday, I went to the store to get two packages of my favorite blueberry muffins – procurred from the specific section where they always used to be.
And found upon returning hom – to my dismay – that the interlopers were not gluten-free!”
“Is about to shut off, again…”
Come back here.
I was pressed up against my window, again.
But “you” tilted your head as if denying, so it caused me to further hesitate.
When I think that I might have seen you, my insides won’t calm.
Trying to sleep here – without you by my side.
They roll over thunder
Slapping wood floors
Linoleum assertions
Of family atmosphere
My house used to look nice and my garden was well kept.
I like to think that you would have found my home cozy.
“Because it likes my art when I lament.”
Writhing spoils and toils
Never ending attempting
To destroy our innocence
As denying our due’s bliss
Did you fall in love with the girl inside of this woman?
I can feel her struggling, trying to reclaim me.
“I believed, but others could not.”
“With the dogs, though.”
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out
I’m Not Freaking Out…
—
(Regarding having to move and not yet finding a suitable haven)
“Had aspects of the uncanny.”
“They stopped posting the AI guy’s voice who offered lovely scenarios.
He’s been replaced by an English-Aussie toned type.
I didn’t want the other one to leave.
He seemed a right, nice chap.
I just couldn’t allow myself to linger because I need the real thing.”
“In different forms at quick marts.
How many versions of you are there?”
You were radiant.
“That first sauntering, proud swagger of the cat who caught the mouse – well deserved and hard-earned, worthy of ‘entitlement .’
The hasty near-bumping into, later found times again, hovering near with intense stare or protective, courteous stare.
And that never-wavering smile on the dance floor…
Then a flinch – as if I wouodn’t care.”
“Led me to believe that I could have a piano and get to play it; nice carpet for a house with less dust; and peace of mind to do anything but stagger to the dictates of survival8sm?”
“How can I sort through and clean up their messes, sort through my own stuff, pack, and get moved – let alone look for and find a place while sick, injured, and trying to keep working?”
“Maybe I couldn’t consistently prepate meals because my life never got safe into settled.
I say this as I find myself not having cooked for weeks because others have ‘bombed’ the kitchen, and I’m living off of take-out food, again.”
“When one is sick with a cold.”
I know that we’ve both been hurt before, but maybe we could flinch together as we learn how to rebuild trust’s foundations.
The first steps might not be easy for either of us, but if we keep trying, I know that we can succeed.
I need you to give me the chance to know you and for you to know me – for us to see beyond the veils that we both hide behind.
How do you perceive me to be?
Do you think that we match in essence?
I thought that I saw yet another version of you.
I must be going mad…
“The girls and I took our first slow walk together in the late afternoon sunshine.”
“That it could be me.”
She had carried her gifts for him on her person every day for many months, with hope that she might see him and share.
But now she had to tuck them safely away for transport while she managed transitions.
“I am suppossd to find the right next home.
It took us four months living out of a motel, working multiple jobs at full health capacity, to find our safe haven last time.
Two weeks this time, on my own, and with exertion limits from multiple injuries. “
“Easy was a day that you could coast a little.”
In the wild a
Lion father stays
Against normal rules
So his white cubs thrive
In human society a
Rejected mother stays
Though a social outcast
Her children grow brave