Poetry

Rearranging furniture is easier

than negotiating sometimes.

When a compromise is not available

both parties lose.

This is why some things do not work out.

So when he comes home

I will apologize

and hope he accepts it.

When thinking ahead

you write an agreement

only then to find

you lose more than you expected.

Trapped

between the screen

and the glass.

Walking aimlessly

trying to find a way out.

While I watch them

scared to slide the glass aside

and try to ethically remove them

from my house.

High fever pitch.

Enthusiasm for the activity.

Passion wanes.

Interest lost.

Unable to continue

because now it is boring.

Focus on another activity.

All out effort to get into it.

Then the cycle repeats.

Neurotypical brains don’t understand

just how hard it is to follow through consistently

for those who energy levels fluctuate wildly.

Should a passion that constantly interests us happens

is a rare and beautiful thing.

Caustic words.

Anger and resentment.

Truth holds no sway.

Love cannot heal

what the soap continuedly washes away.

So much done.

One week

Wave as it goes past.

The next week

Same thing.

Days off?

Maybe one day.

Not today.

Waste Paper Basket.

Bin for only the non fresh paper.

Sidewalk.

Walk on the side of the road so the cars don’t drive into you.

Horseback riding.

Where else would you ride on the horse?

In the dark

Waiting for the power to turn back on

I listen to him grumble.

Reassured by his breathing

I calmly wait for him to get the flashlight

and laugh

as he stumbles around blindly.

No work.

Fun things only.

Movies and popcorn.

Drinks on a friend’s balcony.

Playing video games constantly.

Until Sunday night

and the specter of Monday looms large.

Head throbs.

Pain may diminish.

Sometimes it intensifies.

No matter what is done.

It always comes back.