Easter Rabbits

August 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

I chose the room with two closets.
I don’t know why.
I think because it was different.
It had a window looking out
Onto the gravel road.
I could see the mailbox
And the woods.
We moved my furniture around
A couple of times
To spice things up.
I was happy with the new
One Easter,
I opened one of my closets
To find two white rabbits in a milk crate.
Amongst my Barbie dolls.
They look frightened.
I would have been too,
If I had been them.
Thumper and Snowy.
Boy and girl.
They often wanted to run away,
And they eventually did.
But I did not.



August 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

This tastes like heated plastic.
Chemical bonding
in my mouth.
I can’t wait
til it stirs around
later today.
Whilst I sit in a
“stab myself in the face”
in my belly.

Note to Self

August 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

I should put my phone on silent from 8-noon.
That way my concentration can not be broken.
It can all wait.
99.9% non-emergency.
Just a thought.

Mirror, Mirror

August 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

Me: Goodness gracious
Mirror: This is how you see yourself.
Me: Is this a two-way street?
Mirror: Sometimes

80/20 Principle

August 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

1,080 grams of Na
In my microwavable
Goodness gracious.
I ate brown-rice salmon
Sushi rolls
Before my

It’s About Me

August 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

I battle depression.
Although It’s not here today.
I’m having a party

I am not hiding it anymore.
It is not who I am.
This thing.

It is a disease from a
Wacky childhood
Whatever or maybe
Something else.

I don’t want to hurt anyone’s
Does that make you think of me

I think
I am finally free
From the innocuous shouts.
Yes, yes.

I am only
Talking about it
So I can get it out of
My fucking system
Once and
For all.

If your my mother.
Don’t feel guilty.
Catch 22.

If you do not want to listen
Shut your ears.
I guess.

I wouldn’t care if I were you
It’s not about you.
It’s about me.

I Live with This

August 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

We were all dog lovers
but had no idea
how to
truly care
for them.
We kept them in a pen
far away
from our house.
And then
clipped our dogs
The elf-style was my recommendation.
My parents took and ran with it,
I was 10.
I had no idea the torture we were causing
to the poor puppy.
I watched roosters fight
claw and claw and
tear out feathers one by
My uncles, cousins laughed and spit
and tied their legs together.
I thought that was how things were done
My dad shot cats
he hated them.
I didn’t understand why
But I knew
I should hate them too.
I found a black and white kitten and
I wanted to keep it.
But it disappeared
Quite suddenly.

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