an intimate glitch

Ooooooh so there was a glitch 
in my scheme so it seemed
I thought because of his
Nordic good looks 
he would respond kindly
because I took the time to cook 
and baked these krumkake cookies 
for him 
hours, days and months of 
familiar, intimate conversation
I finally had the courage 
to show my appreciation
with more than a hope 
we could move beyond just friends
Alas, he looked at me aghast 
I don't know what to say 
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lost

Have to take a moment, let my eyes 
adjust and my pupils dilate, 
Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, 
couldn't help but crinkle my nose 
I was lost, with no plan, caught 
traipsing through tunnels without a map 
I need to focus, 
mentally retrace my steps, 
try anyway, and answer those questions 
How did I get lost here? 
It was a riddle 
like life, right? 
I was stranded, abandoned 
making my way through this maze with 
no exit in sight.

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15 minutes

one simple sentence 
using simple words
we're all screaming
we just wanna be heard
voices fighting
for the front of the line
voices fighting
for our time
it's 15 minutes
in the spotlight
make the most of the moment
make it worth your fight
we only get 15 minutes
to be remembered
don't let your legacy
burn in the embers
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the cryptic rendezvous


I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction

I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started

to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
Their eyes met in cryptic exchange
heated on his part,

annoyed she was way too early
for their rendezvous.
Hours early

he still had work to do.
She smiled back oblivious
but she knew and took this time
to reclaim her space
make others aware of her face
why she was there

and who she was there for.
He questioned his choice on this rapprochement
maybe he had re-established this relationship too soon.
Was this going to be a regular scene…
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ruts and such

It's been two months 
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…

hobnob, butte, diminutive

if I hiked to the top  
of that diminutive butte
could I capture the sunset,
will I be able see the ocean,
watch the waves crash upon the beach,
can I touch a cloud
if I stretch
high and reach for the sky.

I was invited to a soirée the other day, 
with glee I rsvp’d
in the mood to hobnob,
reunite and reconnect with friends
unseen since the commencement
of the pandemic
but dammit, cramps got in the way.
I spent all day in childs pose
the best way I know
to put the pain at ease.
They get the best of me.
I avoided the world that day,
sad, mad that I had to stay home
and miss the memories being made
Next time. Next time.

wod 9/24

perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination

her lofty ambitions often held her back, 
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,

let me light a candle.
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zaftig, charlatan, mojo

descriptors didn't enamor her 
so why was she enchanted by 
this charlatan's words. 
for a brief second: he was the guy 
The mojo this charlatan possessed
often left her feeling blessed
Aw sweetie, anything for you
she would reply
with a coy sparkle in her eye
and a spring in her step 
magical moments that lasted seconds 
before he became a bore 
and spoke out of hand 
causing her to fall back to earth. 
Oh, he could’ve been the guy… 
but remember 
she wasn't enamored by descriptors
zaftig? really?
Is that what you see?
In her body dysmorphic mind
she was unable to embrace her curves  
and could only equate that word 
with the worst 
She missed the body she used to know
The body she had 
before age come and took hold

wod 10/18

billet-doux, kinship, cordiform

I heard the ping 
vibrate from my phone
A text sent
waiting for me to respond
A petit billet-doux,
one single picture
hands held in cordiform.
Such a simple message
but it signified so much more
what a special kinship,
friendship,
we shared
Whatever it was I cherished it
more than most.
I smiled and blushed
then returned the text
with a
❤️
to show my love.

wod 2/14

my favorite mornings

My favorite mornings are the ones 
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum

Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.

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