Dognap

I should
make room for the lamp
that I got yesterday
and plant the wisteria
that I got yesterday
and de-poop the yard
and do laundry
and clean
the rat cage.
And I will.
Later. But not
right now. Right now
my dog is snoring and
I don’t want
to wake him.

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Wisteria

Today I went to my mother’s
to dig up some wisteria starts. The vines
are barely starting
to get their leaves but
they were not
hard to identify:

If you can pull it out
of the ground
or dig out the root
it is
not
wisteria.

Her original plant
has sent out runners
spreading itself
through the ground, gradually
taking over
the world
not with weapons but
with beauty.

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One More Shift

I need
a day off. A day
without call bells,
pills,
needy people,
bed alarms,
attention seekers,
drug seekers,
door alarms. I need
a day
to just be
me. Just me.
Not me the nurse.
Not me the supervisor.
Just me.
Just one more shift.

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R.I.P. Peace

Soaking myself
in a warm bath,
psyching myself
for the day ahead.
Perfect water
for an imperfect life.
Elsewhere
in the house
the boob tube babbles
meaninglessness,
pulling me from
thoughts of peace and calm
to the angry voices of
court shows:
friend suing friend
neighbor suing neighbor
family member suing family member.
And I learn
why
there is no peace.

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StressDeath

Brain dead
flat line
going through the motions
autopilot
flying low
crash and burn
no CPR
turn and walk way
I’ll live another day

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Going

The thought of going
to you
brings me to tears
but
the thought of going
from you
brings me to fears
of the future
of the unknown.
But growth doesn’t happen
if you don’t
branch out and
reach for it.
And this morning I saw
a flower bud
on my new rosebush.

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Time

slips away in
unseen, unnoticed. Blink
and hours pass
in a pastime of
indulgence. Before
you know it, a day
has gone never
to return. And when
you try to
find it you find
years have been lost,
wasted, spent on things
that were so important
that you cannot
remember
them.

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