slid away from
the comfort of
home to breathe in
different air
the dog in tow
we spend our
weekend with love
and good food
Queen City breakaway
to break away from
the monotony but
run right back to it
because . . . life must
go on
an audio poem
no one ever told me
aging would mean
facial creams
lactose alternatives
tweezing chin hair
or massaging achy knees
all before 10 PM
I would’ve appreciated
the memo
instead, I’m stuck
doing all these things
and plucking ingrown hairs
from a stubborn chin
as I listen to
soft soul music
via surround sound
on a Wednesday night
the dog stands at
the master bath’s doorway
watching me fit a face
that takes so much
work to hold up against
all odds
I wonder if she has
a better way to
calm perimenopausal
symptoms or if she’s
just being so damn nosy
44 will be here soon
and I flail my limbs,
worried that age will
age me
the plan is to steal away
to my homestate and
build with Earths and Gods
and have a family
affair with the bloodline
the dog will be in tow
as I shift from place
to place lacing the
spaces with my presence
I’ll finally meet my ex’s
wife and their beautiful
girls, stuff my belly alongside
my favorite veteran, and
chop it up with the elders
as I drink in their wisdom
I want to build on
future dreams that’ll
propel me forward and
lay down the past ache
that follows me when
I visit home
maybe this year
it’ll be different
Today is my favorite Chorkie’s birthday. Jernee Timid Loadholt has been a part of my life since she was one day shy of 7 weeks old. To see that she has made it to age 16 is a MILESTONE. All the dogs I have known and loved, in my life, did not make it to this age.
It’s a beautiful thing to witness my own dog reach such a long and winding path of life. She’s not feeling well today, but maybe that’ll change. Whatever she wants to do, she can.
You’re only 16 once. ❤️💜💙
A Cornered Gurl 
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