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Home

My mind is
everywhere and
anywhere
except where
it should be. It is
a dragonfly,
darting from
thought to thought;
a minnow,
barely beneath the surface
of things I have to do
want to do
don’t want to do.
“I want to go home!” it screams finally.
“You are home,” I reply but it shakes
its head.
“I want to stay here,” it whispers. “Please,
don’t make me go.”

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Weekends

It’s Friday. Let
the stress
begin as I go
back to work
after a too short
weekend. I will miss
the solitude
of my room
with only my rats
and snoring dogs
for company. Why
does time off go
so fast? Why don’t
weekends last
longer? Would we
appreciate them as much
if they did?

(I work Friday through Tuesday so my “weekend” is Wednesday and Thursday.)

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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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