There is a recipe
on how to remove them.
Bleach,
or Scrubbing,
or maybe the lemon juice
and baking soda trick.
But….
I like the coffee stains.
It makes me happy using this one mug.
It shows I like the sentiment around this cup of coffee.
Plus, it means
when the depression hits
I have one less thing
I need to try and force myself to do.
I did not mean to share
My insomnia with you.
But,
Since we are up?
Want to play
A board game with me?
Home time.
Phone time.
Pick up your clothes time.
Rocking time.
Sun time.
Show your face in public time.
Fence time.
Dance time.
Go write your poem time.
A camp fire has nostalgia.
Roasted marshmallows or hot dogs.
More adventurous
perhaps burgers
or even a steak.
The smell of smoke
from wildfires raging
is not the nostalgia
I would wish to remember.
The burning in my lungs
makes my eyes water.
I’m feeling sick.
My stomach hurts.
Arms feel like noodles.
I don’t want to throw up.
My head hurts.
Can I stay home from school?
You don’t have a fever.
Go lay down.
I’ll check on you later.
Poking the boil,
Lancing it.
Opening up the puss filled wound
in order to drain it.
Cleaning it out
so you can actually move on.
It causes you to be tired.
Sluggish.
Unmotivated.
Distracted.
Worst of all, grumpy!
Fried or baked.
Small or large.
Thick or thin.
Sweet or savoury.
Yummy in the tummy
and now I really want some.
I would have if I could have.
I could not so I did not.
But if I did I would have.
Check list made.
Ready to go.
Turning back as things left behind were remembered.
Turning back again.
Once more we turn back for the last time (we hope).
Laughing, because this is what memories are made of.
Still, it was a good weekend and friends make it all worthwhile!
But nonessentials like the grapes and olives and candles
will definitely be Not forgotten next time.
Maybe.
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