Incomplete Thoughts

I dreamt of lemon mousse tarts, Lucille Ball

And sweet-hearted redheads, girls I once called friends.

With my warrants paid, I’m finally free and

Pleased to go home in my black velvet dress,

Back to 1996 and memories.

 

Modern women argue with our dental insurance and volunteer

For Wisconsin nonprofits, shunning prophets-for-profits.

We take care of things, realising

Flooding facebook with chain letters is no kind of protest.

Us witches craft signs and flaunt ourselves out on the lawn

In front of white government buildings.

 

So here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson. You live in an unforgiving place.

Drink wine to forget all the pain, all the laughing.

They fluff your dress, fix your lipgloss,

And as you get sloshed they choose a jukebox tune

You never wanted to listen to.

Later, coherent but cranky, you ask for coffee.

 

I broadcast my problems on social media,

Seven black and white photos of my life.

The internet explodes my brain with the powers that be.

I pretend this day doesn’t exist.

My little sister ain’t little no more. She’s already learning

What it means to be.

 

Stop by and keep me busy.

Kick me while I’m on the ground already.

How could you ever want to date me?

When I met you, you asked me not to

Go into labor during your anti-bullying presentation.

It just didn’t – feel right

But I guess you’re not a little boy anymore.

 

I hope for my future daughter’s looks,

She should be beautiful and therefore respected

Able to hold her own at only eight weeks old.

For now, I’ll hide in my pillow pile until tomorrow

Wondering when and if my thoughts will ever be complete.

 

Note: This is a Facebook Poem – think magnetic poetry with social media. Of course, I mold and shape it to fit my purpose but the original inspiration is my friends’ status posts from October 21, 2017.

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Blow Off Steam after a Long Week

I.

So tired of being an afterthought that my head hurts!

If you ever wanted to buy my love, an SNES Classic would do nicely.

Thinking of going to the Uptown block party this afternoon –

Go Band and Go Blue! Not going to mention how humble I am.

Kapernick and the NFL kneelers now have everyone’s attention,

But it’s like beating a dead horse.

II.

Tell me about your favorite picture books to teach empathy and respect.

Theon Greyjoy killed his fucking dog, let’s see who follows him.

People expecting the world to change overnight are the same people

That pour KoolAid in the ocean. What’s Step 2 of this plan?

Geek out with mind blowing prints (a sight to see, I tell ya).

I truly hope everyone finds someone in life that makes them feel the way

Albert makes me a better person.

Awesomeness met in rainbows before class started today

III.

If you ever shop on Amazon, you need to see this:

Wicket can hardly handle the excitement over his monthly delivery of fun.

The flash sale was small, but I am super excited that students showed up

And didn’t want to leave.

IV.

I love hearing I don’t look 50 years old!

Woot! The day is mine again!

Anyone else going? CCHS Homecoming Weekend festivities today.

I miss you and expect you to change color like a Mystery of the Universe.

What is it about me that makes many seemingly sane women lose their shit?

I know I’m pretty, and I’m a tiger in the sack.

Thanks Katie for being my date – much prefer this to a hospital bed

I know I’ve had a long one. Thanks, world, for loving me.

V.

Working all night behind the bar, stop in and try one of the 62 different beers here.

Labor laws are cool, but mandatory midday work meetings

Leave me pretty exhausted.

I’ve been pretty much done nothing but school stuff since Wednesday.

My wit, humor, and joie de vivre can’t hurt either.

It was a blast drinking spiced cider in the backyard while my dude worked

VI.

Eleven years ago today, I was breaking in the wedding heels

By walking around the house in them while nursing

Fire at my place tonight if anyone is looking.

Photo by Yvette de Wit on Unsplash

Facebook status poem 10/1/2017

To My Doorstep

Dear Mr. Postman, when you deliver packages in the hood

At least try to ring the doorbell

Someone just spent a hundred dollars I no longer have

While I’ve been working in my own realm

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Photo by Evelyn Paris on Unsplash

Hey Facebook friends, I give up

I was doing so much better on my own

But this one anxiety med I took didn’t work

I’m trying to make a sensory / calm area

I’m procrasting pretty hard on all the stuff I have to do

Finally buying into YouTube since this is where I lose

The most tears every day

 

Doctor, I know I’m starting to gain weight back

Sitting on the porch like a lazy shit

Wondering if anyone has extra bean bags they would like to donate

I have wanted and have been putting off buying a bike the last few years

Hundreds of Green Bay families have a meal to come home to

Thanks to the food pantry, I’m cooking tonight

 

Our beloved Tilapia passed away last night

So I guess I just get to stay sick because even with my insurance

The second bout of antibiotics leaves me feeling like Game of Thrones

Lost and dying from untreated wounds

 

What did you do during the twenties, Mom?

Happy birthday, Mom. Are you ready to explore the universe?

Unless you’re doing a duckface, this smiling thing really works

I’m placing my order tomorrow for the anti plaque / whitening toothpaste

I’m back from the most wonderful relaxing vacation ever

Each state hilariously depicted by stereotypes

 

Proud moment: I feel cute as fuck today

And yesterday I felt as confident as someone with an 800 credit score

Might be the post pregnancy hormones

But the generosity of my friends and family has been delivered

 

A Facebook Poem – August 28, 2017

The Longest Post Ever

Do you believe any human to be subhuman?

I’m legitimately curious, not really trying to start a debate or anything.

Maybe Nazis are still humans or are they pure evil?

If you defend Nazis and racists go fuck yourself

Only the pertinent man will pass as white

Runaway slaves found freedom. They didn’t back out.

Now I seem to be missing some people on my friends list.

 

P. S. I’m all for toppling statues of historical scum bags

The only thing I find troublesome about taking down statues is a removal of history

I’ve tried so many kinds of angry protest

In this world, especially in light of recent events

I’m glad I’ve missed the news the past few days

These ideas will have me breaking through walls, left, right and center

It’s dangerous to go alone… take this!

 

I wonder, does Trump ever look at things and say, “What have I done?” or is he just that stupid

Friends, I’m gonna tell ya what the soldier told me: if you’re going on a mission

Practice shooting, or maybe we should just impeach him

 

II.

Somehow injured my tailbone to the point of immobility

It’s been 5 years since I dodged the reaper

Also today, I had to call 911 on the way to my doctor’s appointment

Sometimes volcanically angry young women are reduced to invalids

What would you recommend to a family member with esophageal cancer… and diabetes….

And heart disease… to help boost the healing process

To start feeling better?

 

I like knowing that some people will remember me as the girl who yelled at them for eating

I bought a can opener and found a pic I think I actually look good in

As a white-passing, multi-racial woman of color, I have always occupied a very weird space

I am the woman dressed in something that comes above the knees or elbows

But Im having a Sun King Dragon’s Delight to celebrate surviving

I want watermelons

I asked for a big water with my beer, the waitress did not disappoint

 

III.

We ate “hate cake” at a “traditional marriage rally” and now

Timothy and I have some big news to share with everyone

We’ve been building a baby’s dresser

When my 10 yr old boy asked for a phone case with the glitter liquid and pink

I asked him, “Are you sure you want THAT one?”

 

I’d rather have my child, but by golly, if I gotta give her up, we’re going to make it count

There are few things better than wide-mouthed slobbery baby kisses

 

I officially have the apartment to myself for the next week

Home alone for the next few days

Every pair of socks I own are cleaned, folded, and put away

 

IV.

Well son of a fuck man

Who could only grunt, shriek, or scream

America is so gridlocked with fuckery

Going according to plan, we just walked into an ambush

For real though, let’s put aside all the terrible shit going on and realise…

Our demise is just one panic attack away

 

When something troubles me I’m the type of person who needs to talk about it

We were both feeling stressed

At twenty-eight, I snitch all the time. Everyone will know your secrets.

The things we’ve seen are just so “weird”

I couldn’t believe the “truth” until I knew it myself…WOW

 

Then we drove through two states

We caravaned to Indianapolis, a day trip to see the sunflowers

We needed a pilgrimage

 

V.

Art Garfunkel has a M. A. in mathematics

JFK seldom talked about his sister Rosemary Kennedy, who was a bubbly champagne

Today’s got me thinking about how Harriet Tubman carried a pistol and how

Kim K said she is naïve about racism

 

So many things I want to say right now but would make this the longest post ever

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Rainbow on Lake Michigan

 

Note: This is a Facebook poem – I grab statuses from my friends on any given day and try to take the heartbeat of social media. This post is from August 16, 2017.

Y’all Should be Watching

Any administration that goes after

Fill-in-the-blank recipes

Has the tendency to cook up leaks.

They suggest the President’s D-Day

Anniversary will commence with

An extravagant baptism.

After a ten-pound week,

Trump will listen to our minds and find

It feels good to ruin beach day plans.

He will swap to closet retirement

Only too soon, leaving reliable resources

Behind, like sweatpants and sleep,

Obsessing over a bodysuit and light duty.

I bullshit you not, these interviews

Require planning.

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Find Me Here

A Facebook Poem

I.

We don’t always end up with the loves of our lives

Because men keep demanding sex from their partners.

Just describe bedtime at your house.

Women start to cat-call back – Hey you! Tap this!

And then wake up in a trunk, dead as Alice

Waiting for her burial in the Casket Lottery.

 

II.

A transgender man shared incredible before and after progress photos,

But men are more than muscles, athleticism, and the clothes they wear.

Transmen and transwomen, queer persons both binary and non-binary

Come clear that they’re transitiong and cis people confuse them with trannies.

Ask your husband if he’d still love you if you got a sex change?

Women are more than tits, cosmetics, and fertility.

 

III.

Let me introduce you to my new, fuzzy daughter, unshaved.

She sings songs about cabbage and tells me about

Nine things that are slowly going extinct (thanks to Millenials).

Bahaha. She makes this face…

Someone called her Japanese tea party racist and told lies

Like ten different urban legends rolled into one.

 

IV.

The best way to drink prosecco is on wheels.

I let stress eating get the best of me, but I don’t care

What anyone thinks. Today I is growned up.

Just had a lady ask if she could “salt” her coaster so it doesn’t stick.

Im so agitated… Im going shopping after work today…

If you need me later… find me here.