Its

Its not being broke and all bills paid.
Its  visitor decidingto spend
90 minuteson phone with abusive
ex rather than be a good guest.

Its frozen yogurt place switching sign from  "coming soon" to "open"
Its lementing wash left at laundry
because assistant didn't arrive
to receive retrieval instructions.

Its finally talking to your grandma 7 hours South.
Its vowing tomorrow
is absolute last chance
of wayward assistant. 

Due Date

I was supposed to be born on this day

37 years ago according to the

medical industrial complex,

defiant from the first I decided

to emerge twelve weeks early.

Even though I love the life

I’ve built,, I wonder who\

the me born 84 days

subsequent would’ve been?

Ode to Billy Bob

(in response to the song Redneck Crazy the lyrics of which I finally listened to today)

 

 Afterward, they'll be one more angry young man

sitting in 6 by 8,

sent here by a woman; hardly a first for his clan.

Overwhelming  love changed into unwarranted hate

if reasons he can’t discover,

despite hours of thought

since blue boy pulled him from behind

 one of  Dogwood trees he’d planted for his  former lover.

Now his record will have another blot.

Wishing he’d thought before boozed induced plot came to mind.

Daily Bread

Food pantry restocks.

Shelves barren,

despite disability check

& blogging job.

I rejoice

in the aroma of toasting bread

and  the knowledge that

tonight is the last night

on the every six hour antibiotics

that waken  me and require consumption

 at odd  hours.

Dawnish

This morning

marks the beginning

of a new period of wellness

after a course of antibiotics

that turned  me a version

of   that comatose Disney Princess,

a duo of  infections that lowered my oxygen level

and had me spewing mucus for two weeks,

and two non-rehabilitated  broken bones.

I tell myself

exactly one more

day of ease until I return

to something called normality,

as I opt to remain horizontal

for now.