I go to sleep when the birds wake up.
Mornings are so hard on me.
Better to skip through it, playing
Musical chairs with time and place.
Who knows where I'll end up?
You tolerate the chainsaw-snoring,
Night-terrors in the afternoon.
The mild earthquakes of emotion.
We love each other for different reasons
But the outcome is still the same.
I dreamt of chickens.
Chickens pecking at my hair
Chickens walking on my chest
Chickens flying around the room
Chickens resting on my head.
And when I awoke the next morning,
I found chicken eggs laying on my bed.
Oh, hai. I'm a year older. This means I can go to bars and buy alcohol. What's next?
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Hi Erin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind comment on my blog. Your poetry is beautifully unique, I hope you continue forward with it, it is fresh and new. Great blog! Keep in touch
Aww thanks! I definitely will (your work truly is incredible. I wish you success in the future and can't wait to see more of your pieces!)
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