Inktober, But Make It Poems (Week 4 [aka Finale])
rip
there’s a choice to be made here
do i want to proceed with this as
rest in peace
or rip
as in tear
and look at that
another choice
tear as in cry
or tear
as in rip
dig
myself into
a hole
which is what i did last night
i won’t get into it
because it’s a sensitive subject
for me and my loved ones
meaning me and the one other person involved
don’t you hate when you do that
and the deeper you go
the more you regret speaking
or being born at all
am i supposed to own a shovel one day?
a literal one, not metaphoric
and when do i invest in that
is there a brand to look out for
and please tell me its the store brand version
buddy
if someone called me buddy
id feel like an ugly toddler
that just peed their pants
and is now crying sobbing flailing about
instead it’d be me
a young professional woman
triple threat
crying sobbing flailing about
after being totally desexualized
relegated to nothing but a
buddy
hide
behind the cans
of black beans and chickpeas
is a little jar
it’s plastic but inside
it’s full of gold
that haunts me
how can an object
valued less than two american dollars
have such a hold on me
that i have to hide it so as to not
consume it in one grand but nauseating sitting
like a bear fresh out of hibernation
ready for its first meal of the season
just ground up peanuts
ground so much
that i have to practice restraint
around it
music
once a month
i pay five ninety nine
dollars and cents
respectively
for this little application
known as spotify
only to listen to bad music to workout to
and to access another service
known as hulu
float
we all make mistakes
cant take things back even though
if given the chance
we’d do everything differently
i’m not sure exactly what events
led up to my nephew
dropping not one but
two Nintendo DS’s
into the toilet
but i bet he regrets them
shoes
i dont have hard opinions on them
but i have hard opinions on
the absence of them
all im saying is
if you run barefoot
you’re legally not allowed to
talk to me
ominous
everyday
pull out laptop
put on glasses
sun not yet up
pretending i know
what my job is
sip coffee
chug water
get an email
and guess what it’s asking
jumping jacks
and distance runs
waiting for tomorrow
and the work items
ill try and take a crack at
crawl
last poem and it
did feel like a crawl to the finish
kind of feels like a crawl to the start of my
life too
by that i mean
it took a long time
for me to be happy
and now im not sure what i feel
happy but sad
i dont think anyone is actually happy
right now
now it feels like im crawling to
the joke
taking my time to be somber
what if i told you
that i was taking a break from humor
today
