Invasion of the Spiders

Vacuum up the spiders

And spray them all away

We don't hate them

We just fear them

We need them not to stay

This is not your house, madam

Nor is it yours, good sir

So take your eight legs 

Somewhere else

Get on with living there

We don't love your largeness

Or your tendency to skitter

We would love it 

if you'd leave us

It's not that we are bitter

So today we spray a not-so-fond

Goodbye to all of you

With pre-pandemic vinegar spray

From Target -- try it -- it's delish

Then go live someplace new.

Journeys

We journey now

From warm to cold

From young to old

From shy to bold

We journey now

From wise to wiser

From honest to liar

From high to higher

We journey now

Not always for 

The 

Better

But the point

Is still

The journey

Letter

By

Letter

Different Fires

Sometimes my fire

Burns outside 

Emanating from me

Its heat scorching

And sometimes

My fire is internal

It's me, irritable

Unable to find calm.

Dragon Capabilities

I'm a dragon

Breathing 

Fire

I am a 

Furnace

I am

The 

Furthest

Thing

You can

Imagine

From

A scaled

And 

Walled-off

Creature

I am me

I'm not

Your

Teacher

Let me

Be here

Lay here

Stay here

Warm you

Or

Warn you

It's

All

Up

To you.

Open Destiny

Where most say

The end is

That's where I

Might begin

I want to see

What happens next

After the credits

Roll

But there's no hope

For that scope

When happy endings

Are what's in

So let us find

What we need

Elsewhere

Let us create

Our own space

Let's write our own

Damn stories

Where endings

Once took place

Unmet Needs

We look

For what we 

Find

We find

The things we

Need

We need

Just what we

Need

But 

Sometimes we

Look

Without

Finding

And

Need

Without ever

Receiving

Bracelet

When I get a new thing

And it wraps around me

I feel my coping rising

By 10 million points

It's why I say it's worth it

To buy if you can spend it

To try to by new coping

For these pandemic times

So I'll enjoy the smoothness

The colors and the newness

But I'll probably never chew this

Because it's not my thing

But bracelets hang and stay in place

On my wrist on all the days

And they are there when I need them

Whatever days may bring.

For a Taste of Fresher Air

Fresh air is just beyond us

Just outside a pane of glass

Our fence was knocked down

Yesterday, and all that jazz.

I haven't smelled the fresher air

In more days than I can count

Life is going "back to normal"

Yet so many of us can't get out.

We will lose our access

And it will be less safe

If face-to-face becomes the norm

And other regulations cave.

So let us keep on going

And stay in as we do

The life you save could be yours

But it could be someone else's too.

Plan Your Joy

When I hear the singers

Singing, 

It gets my imagination

Winging,

My own head, it starts

A-ringing

With music

Being made.

So plan your fun

And you plan your future

Planting seeds

Of joy to sprout

Then someday soon

You'll look back on it

And know your life

Was richer now.

Here Are The Days

 Here are the days

I feel.

Here are the days 

I feel real

Here are the days 

I feel something

Here are the days

I feel anything

Here are the days

I feel fear for feeling

Here are the days

I feel trauma

Here are the days 

I feel panic

Here are the days

I feel flashbacks

Here are the days

I feel -- finally --

What was done to me.

Gone Are The Days

Just one picture

Just one day

Fucks with me

In a special way

Gone are days

Of fearful giving

Of being ignored

Of harsher living

Gone are days

Of sympathies

All for her

And none for me

Gone are the days

Of going without

And always giving

The benefit of the doubt

Gone are the days

I thought I was fine

When I had no self worth

And no one to

Find me.

Gone are the days

I wanted a mother

I wish I could say

That this was the case

But somehow

And still

I long for 

A mother

And somehow 

No other

Can fill

That space.

Holidays and Trauma

 It's

Coming 

Closer

And I'm 

Leaving 

Fast.

Adoption

Feelings

Plus

Mother's 

Day

Will

Leave me on

My 

Ass.

Schedule of Events

 To bed around one-thirty 

And up again at ten

Write four days

And take off three

And then we start again.

Reading every book 

In sight

For fifteen-minute

Spans

Then watching every

Show we stream

To see just 

How it lands

Showers down from

Every day --

Three times a week

To two.

So if I stink

You'll never know --

I'm quarantining

Too.

Yes, I just rhymed

Two and too

I am aware of 

That.

It's a 

Pandemic

Not a contest --

Nor fiction

Over fact.

And in the evening

Snacks and coffee

When we watch

Even more

Shows.

We listen to 

Emma Hunton

Sing to us

Of Elphie's woes.

We talk to friends and

Read the writing

We watch the shows

And dim the 

Lighting.

And as the 

Avocado

Lamp fades

Around us

Turning our spaces

Deliciously dark

We talk and process

And lose ourselves

In other

Worlds

Using

Our own

Spark.

The Real Danger

What's to lose

And what's at stake?

Let's drag the bottom

Of the lake

And tell you

It's for your own 

Sake

That it will

Be done.

Just above us

The threats swing

We see them

As the branches hang

But open up

Tell everything

That ever

Hurt you

Worst.

We ask you how

You like to cope

We ask about

Your dreams and hopes

Then come along

And cut the 

Rope

That had you

Hanging on.

You hear the

False equivocating

That ruins lives

It sets you shaking

It creates 

Liars in the 

Making --

Honesty

Is gone.