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Cold Weather

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I was born on Groundhog’s Day

But my life has become ridiculous.

That’s not a good adjective.

Mind Numbing,

from the constant PTSD.

I sewed a button on my winter coat yesterday.

That was the closest to purposeful I’ve come.

I mailed my mother’s death certificate to

the college she taught at for 40 years.

They owe her!

Ring out the Old, they say.

I say bring on the new, or else.

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Grief is Learned

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Photos were once not taken every few minutes.

You had to wait for your mother to graduate from college,

and then to try to remember the exact year it was.

My little sister posted this on Facebook,

wishing that we really were ever those people.

Mom’s recent death being so horrible

that to remember her day is cathartic.

Who says life is short?


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Screaming

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I don’t mean to ruin your peacefulness,

have never suffered quietly on my own.

She is agitated by Harvey Weinsteinism,

screaming in the car that Al Franken must go!

Scared me to death but I won’t die,

like the cat won’t die, though he walks sideways.

She then jumped to my step father giving

my mother anti psychotic meds. You lied!

I live 3000 miles away. I planned it that way.

My brother claims he has brain damage due

to Lyme disease. I think he lied. I know nothing.

 


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Will me your Poems Please

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The Wilderness Alliance Poetry reading yesterday

was just fine. You know nature, beauty blah blah blah.

Missing your snarky ness in a Thanksgiving nostalgia,

Applying at the local Macy store and seeing that billboard,

could have been a sign. You don’t know for sure.

On a good day I want to hear from you,

on a bad day I blame you…for everything.

 

P.S. No more cat cuteness. Send me a Macy Thankgiving Parade giff