NaPoWriMo #9

breaths of fresh air

Spring kicked down
my door and sat its
funky self down in
my living room–pollen
dangling from its feet

funny, I don’t remember
inviting such a threat to
my well-being over for
afternoon tea, but here we are

Benadryl has been getting
cozy with me during
the owl hours of night
and Claritin-D wakes up
with me to usher in
a new day

with Spring planning to
stick around for a few
more months, we’ve had to
adjust our schedules

it’ll be a long time
until we can breathe
healing breaths of fresh
air again unless we opt
to forcefully remove this
torturous season from
our home

and I don’t think any
of us are strong enough for
a plan as thick-headed
as that one

so, we’ll suffer in
peace

NaPoWriMo #7

morning memories


you used to know
exactly what to say
to get me to fall
heart over head for you.

I don’t think I’ve been
as stupid since we
met. two college-aged
women floating through
the hell of living, just trying
to breathe.

I should have known you’d
grind me up into pieces
and leave me hopeless.
“but this is love,” I thought
“this is normal”– to have
my feelings go unacknowledged.

I didn’t know better.
but when I found better,
I did better.

it’s still during the morning
hours when I remember you.
your smile. your voice.
your poetic brilliance.

and now I don’t know
if it was your heart, mind,
or soul I was most attracted
to. I can’t remember.

is that normal?
do you know?
have you ever known?