2:47pm Some bagel place on Commercial
Scene: Beautiful wet day, moments of glaring sun, moments of gloom
I am a kraken;
I would have been an octopus, but I’ve
Ordered the scale to
Climb a little higher! like a belay
Urging on a youth entranced by
Long spindling tentacles:
- Suctioning a cell phone “Can you meet for 7:30?”
- Bringing dark roast coffee to my lips
- Writing a quizzical sentence in my cute bird journal
- Thinking of the next thing to do
- Is that mole on my back I glimpsed this morning cancerous?
- Just write an award winning short story, just do it
- What is left in my closet that still fits?
- How do I change my domain so my mother can’t read my fucked up poetry?
If human’s were krakens,
ADD wouldn’t exist.
She’s a published writer. I didn’t know
Before I moved in, but there was something
About her bookshelf I felt familiarity in.
Bitch magazine compilations and a few other
Spines I’ve recollected from the past.
Sometimes I think,
When you die, you get a second life to
Re-read everything you ever read here on earth.
It made me read a lot as a kid.
Slept in my bed until one in the afternoon. This is
My productive writing morning, so-to-speak.
Health concerns sit on my chest like folk-lore
I wonder if I have this or that, close my eyes,
If I have anything, it is evident; diagnosed hypochondria;
flared up, like the nostrils of an agitated thoroughbred.
I sunk into a world, that felt like underwater,
Where I went to my first day of school, to discover
I was a day early.
I’m not exactly strolling along here. On coffee
#2. I just caved and bought a Californian bagel,
fuck I am too poor and too overweight for this shit
Started my new blog, thank god,
Now I can be my dirty, disgusting, self.
If you wanna see someone freak out
Just go to the value village on Hastings,
Lady just about had a melt down tryin’
To organize the wait line for trying
On over-used cotton knits, pilly texture
Move over this way!
Whipping the crack of authority.
Move this cart! It’s in my workspace!
Line-up cracked the same smiles young pupils do
When their teacher over-reacts to bobby the
You, go in here!
Condoms, two, unused,
Greet me, like two turds in a public restroom.
Can you get bed bugs from this place? I wonder
as I pull a sweater over my head, it messes up
my hair like a nugee from uncle Ted.
I exit the room, awkwardly smiling,
The next poor bastard’ll probably
Think I left those blemishes in there.
Where is your stuff? She shrieks it. Doesn’t
Say it. I wonder if she’s going to have a stroke.
Jesus, lady! Testing the limits to the madness. I
just came here for some cheap clothes, not to get
yelled at by Auntie Beast Bitch.
Line-up simultaneously smirks, we are in this
I grab the clothes out,
She uses the pet name
As if it smoothes it all over.
The whole walk home, I wonder if she has kids that still talk to her.