empath


the birthday weekend
didn’t host a getaway
but mountains still sing
I’m hopeful this time
will greet me with so much fun
hiding in shadows
early start to search
for a temporary home
while mountain air soothes
with Jernee in tow
I will make sweet memories
first weekend of May

forgotten curry
settling in the back of
the cupboard slips its way
into my line of sight
and I prepare my chicken
with it.
Some mixed peppercorn,
a bit of garlic powder,
a dash of salt, and seasoned
flour.
a meal fit for a queen and
her party of fools
dances on my sensitive
tongue.
diced potatoes, steamed
broccoli, and filtered water
to wet my whistling lips.
I fall into the beauty
that is meal prep and
the dog stands guard at
the kitchen door, waiting
for dropped morsels.
there aren’t any.

asleep
in
the
guestroom
away
from
all
the
fuss
the little monster ignores
my worried calls
and
I
start
thinking
she
died
while
I
was
busy
tending
to
a
catty
patient
she seemed to take
great pleasure in
temporarily breaking my heart
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