I am disabled.
Handicapped.
Or semi-able.
The organ in question is very important.
Without it the body could not function.
Yet even in this state I am still alive.
The chemicals in my brain fire haphazardly
and so my mental health deteriorates.
Yet even so
no one believes me
when I say I need help
to combat the crushing depression.
The usual response
“just exercise more”
or “just go do it!”
When the brain backfires
doing “it”
is no longer an option.
Squiooshiable.
Flufflier as they age.
Softer and sweeter.
Oh so cute.
Pets are to be adored.
Covered in fur.
Pet hair to be exact.
Grooming the cats.
Purring excitement.
Delightful tail spikes.
Happy cats that are so soft.
Time.
Truth.
Tension.
Tights.
Men in tight tights.
Tutu’s.
Terrible puns.
Trellises.
Tantalizing tastes.
Toothpaste tubes.
Thoughts that go nowhere real.
No internet.
Other people around.
Good food.
Campfire burning.
Working on the site.
Painting the rafters.
Neck hurts.
Hide in my one person cabin.
Overwhelmed by socializing.
New normal still sucks.
But the weekend was fun.
TGIF.
Thank goodness it’s Friday.
The day where you can see the weekend.
Relaxing or recharging.
However you like.
My mind is confused
but I still look forward
to the company of a very good friend.
The video was disturbing.
It made me cry.
The fur babies are in danger.
No more going outside.
To keep them safe
They will stay by my side.
Or on my lap.
Or on my chest.
Breathing fur means they are alive.
I thought I had put that in the vehicle?
Why are these clothes still here?
Where’s the medication from the cabinet?
Who took the last of the milk and did not rinse the jug?
When was my next appointment?
Where’s my head?
I know my glasses are on them somewhere!
Waiting patiently
Until the victim comes close enough.
Keeping still
so as to not reveal oneself.
Sudden and quickly
the attack is launched.
Giggles and
laughter
as the pillow fight ensues.
Wrapped in warm blankets.
Hot chocolate in hand.
Coffee waiting near by.
Tea at the ready.
Fuzzy socks encase the feet.
Yet still the drizzling cold seeps into the bones.
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