Some people don’t want to listen.
They refuse to see other points of views.
Much of the time you can ignore them.
But what happens
when they get into the position
of making the laws that govern you?
How many times do we have to have history repeat itself?
That day I was born.
My parents took me home.
I was raised in a large home.
Not much money
but love was there.
I was the last child born.
Yet, today I feel like I accomplished something.
It is a milestone and one that I plan on enjoying.
Trapped beneath
All I can do
Is listen to the vibrations
As they vary in pitch.
My hand is knocked
Several times
Indicating that scritches
are more important than my phone.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
The bloodwork requires you to have fasted.
You need to stay hydrated throughout the day.
No caffeine before bedtime.
Addictions counselors are here to talk to you.
Grumpiness in the morning caused by a lack of an important ritual.
Where’s the creamer?
The hand is painted red.
Skeletal.
Signed by unknown.
I keep thinking I should take a picture
every time I drive by.
But it is Graffiti under a bridge.
When can I stop and interrupt traffic?
Instead I will admire the art
while it lasts.
Brittle.
Blocky.
Ridged.
Weak.
Good thing these won’t be needed to build a house.
It is on the inside.
You want to rip out your eyeballs
or gouge into the sides of the temple.
Anything to make the pain go away.
Coffee doesn’t help.
Not with this pain.
Painkillers only dull the ache.
Close the eyes and try to sleep?
Child screams and the cat claw at you.
No rest for the head that throbs constantly.
The roads around here
have two versions available.
Ice covered or working through construction.
In the city
my place goes from
too warm
to freezing in a matter of minutes.
This is why I have a linen closet
full of just blankets!
Make a list.
Leave it somewhere.
Look for it.
Make another list.
Lose that one too.
Make one more list.
Pin it up.
Take it down to do something on list.
Put it down somewhere.
Even if I tattooed it onto me
I would probably find a way to lose it.
Or simply find it outdated.
Cute and adorable.
Stubborn and annoying.
She is my child
and I love her dearly.
I just wish
I could super go back to sleep
instead of trying to persuade her to go to school.
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