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