she starts her morning without regard for herself
20 mins go by
she’s taken care of others, but not her own needs
he can’t find clean pants
write
Heart Monitor
like a parasite
latched to my chest
it reads
and knows
when my life’s blood
hesitates
I currently have a heart monitor on for the month of April…my body hates me, hah. Hearts been skipping a beat/pounding. Could be all normal…could be not. Better to be safe than sorry! This poem is silliness. But sometimes we must make light of the very serious. It’s the only way we survive. It’s the only way I survive.
~AJM
Car Time
the space in between
adulting
for others
and adulting
for yourself
Self Love
self love
is an alone journey
table of one
solo mission
operation love thyself
because
no one else will
Radio-head
on campus
so many young
and beautiful students
and here I am
still feeling like I did
when I was young
and beautiful
not knowing it then
or believing it now
realizing that I
look at myself
with a self-loathing
that’s so very sad
walking around
each heavy step
or hard breath
echoes
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
More often than not, been finding myself in a constant battle of self doubt. I definitely forgot to post this on Monday 🤦♀️ was a busy weekend! Happy Thursday, all!
Vet Haiku
the dog is hurting
take to surgeon, cost of leg
walking, maybe not
Our Koda bear is at the vet right now, getting a sedated Xray to see the extent of a CCL tear in his right knee. It’s difficult when your dog is hurt. 😞 😢
Entourage
having two dogs
is like
having a furry entourage
they will follow you
everywhere
except
it’s less about your support
or being an escort
and more like
how much
they need you desperately
Unrealistic Expectations
why don’t we talk about
how
many girls
won’t discover
who they are
until they’ve become women
Recycled
all that is said that ever was
thinking about it just because
and all the stuff I cannot change
the unimportant or really strange
it’s drifting by like rolled-up news
it’s dirty gray and overused
the stuff that hasn’t happened yet
recycled things I can’t forget
Monday
gray sky is empty
full of snow or pollution
garbage beginning
A. J. Morse 