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I sleep the day away,

canceling plans and not

awakening accept to urinate.

Getting out of bed is pushed

into 2^nd shift assistant’s shoulders.

We watch real-estate TV.

No one selects my favorite house in Austin,

although another seller smartly avoids

buying in rape-friendly DC neighborhood.

Overdue words taunt me,

but the muse remains missing

until almost after my desired bedtime.

Chimera

The must be Photoshopped,

perfect facial bisection

of Bombay/tabby crossbreed

complete with burnt orange

and onyx matches covering

its body in indiscriminate patterns

is someone’s authentic, pampered pet.

All in a Days Work

Wake…

Become lady in red…

Van to bank…

Buy a gnome…

Plus mini-loaf carrot bread,

2 quarts of back berries,

and a single box of minute rice…

Run box  back over to bank for their food drive…

Congratulate self on random act of kindness…

Call van..

Return home…

Eat

Deal with library mix up…

Retrieve meds..

Print  poetry contest entry…

Shop for overdue Apocalypse gift exchange

            Wonder why you got matched with such a diva…

            Decide to create care package

            containing first aid kit, tampons,

 peanut butter, granola, and Gatorade…

Think this much more appropriate than

her requested Sephora…

Who thinks about makeup as civilization collapses?

Mail all..

commit 2^nd random act of kindness…

Eat

Listen to audiobook…

Watch TV…

Write…

Mourn Robin Williams…

The Things You Hold Onto

Even though chemical exposure based amnesia

poached most of the memories classified “us” from your memory,

we  still IM

hours after reasonable people

have turned off the lights,

disconnected Netflix,

and sent their laptops to sleep.

I refuse to admit to anyone,

except the stranger who’ll receive this card,

that one of my “things” remains you.

Modifications

For more than a decade,
I required steroids to keep breathing.

But  in mid- June,
there was a new miracle drug
that actually worked.

Three injections later,
I’m two weeks steroid free
and the itchy, red eruptions that plagued me
since adolescence only feature in nightmares.

With skin clear as a Wyoming night,
I ponder shopping for shorts and tank tops.
And, today, along with my overgrown
afro frizz gone wrong, my prednisone induced facial hair
descended into my barber’s floor.

Muse Persuit

Beginning in black/blue dark

I craft lines like someone processed.

Poem supposed to fit on a postcard,

defies sizes design; no amount of shrinkage

can permit that piece to fit.

Single finger flies

from keyboard edge to keyboard edge

as gray dawn of morning

morphs into unexpected pastel green.

Sigh…

                Save…

Start second stab.