Posts for June 29, 2018 (page 5)

Category
Poem

COMPARTMENTALIZING

Everyone who could
Said she looked like old money
She had
In fact
Been raised with the understanding
That money was not to be discussed
In public 
Attention must not be brought
To what one had 
So as not to make others
Feel uncomfortable.
If someone came to their home
And, say, ate peas with their knife 
Then that is what they were to do
So as not to embarrass the guest
It was so important that others
Not feel inferior or sad
Because of them
And yet
In their home
They were made to feel both
Inferior
And sad
And left for dead.


Category
Poem

Guide for the Hoarder’s Child in the Case of A Parent’s Death

   1.     Assemble trash bags, rubber gloves, and cleaning supplies. Likely the hoarder has already bought these several times over and you will find them as you go.
2.     Starting with the first place you can comfortably perch, fill the trash bags with everything within reach. As you fill each bag, throw it into the cleared area.  3.     Take care to watch for: open sauce packets, needles, and money as they can cause disgust, pain, and screams of joy.
4.     Do not be slowed by things that look like they have value. This is the downfall of the Hoarder’s Child.
5.     When necessary, don’t be afraid to use a rake or shovel to clear a space or deposit a large amount of trash at once.
6.     Locate a large van or truck to transport the bags of trash to the dump. You will likely have to pay a fee to take trash to the dump or have it hauled away.
7.     If possible, the support of friends, siblings, or other family members can be incredibly beneficial. Be prepared for hysterical bouts of laughter that turn into tears and vice versa. Anger is also likely.
8.     Cleaning out the refrigerator requires a special skill set including an inability to smell.
9.     Be prepared to unearth important documents like unpaid bills, birth certificates, and car titles although unable to find other documents like the official will.
10.  Have a plan for what you will say to people who don’t know your parent was a hoarder. Will you be frank and risk speaking ill of the dead or avoid the topic while also trying to explain to the probate attorney why you don’t think it likely that you’ll be able to locate the last three years of tax returns or telling the cable company why you need to bring back three modems, six cable boxes, and fifteen remote controls?


Category
Poem

IV

word to Kendrick i don’t do this shit for IG
i do it for the blood runnin through the IV
somethin i love
summon from inside me
all that bullshit
handle it like Kyrie

leave you fore you leave me 
leave you fore you leave me 
handle it like Kyrie
leave you fore you leave me
leave you fore you leave me 
handle it like Kyrie

Nah this time ain’t free 
i’m tryna free my mind
i’m tryna leave behind
a better version of myself
when it’s curtains for my breath
we live certain of our death
but i don’t make the most of my life
just smokin the pipe
just to get high
nah i don’t wanna think about it
used to hit me in the heart
must’ve gotten rerouted 
thoughts seem cloudy 
on an everyday basis
if god wanna doubt me
i’ll jump up in this spaceship
this left we gonna take it 
all i got left i could say it 
in a single breath
so you could take it how you wanted
to the face blunted 
i just wanna fuck it up with a few of my day 1ers
they say you ain’t shit if you don’t make numbers
i say fuck the doubt
stay stay stay on the come up
word up

word to Kendrick i don’t do this shit for IG
i do it for the blood runnin through the IV
somethin i love
summon from inside me
all that bullshit
handle it like Kyrie

leave you fore you leave me
leave you fore you leave me
handle it like Kyrie
leave you fore you leave me
leave you fore you leave me
handle it like Kyrie

Handle it like Kyrie
vandalist at the crime scene 
top candidate with the rhyme scheme
anti-Freudian analyst of a mind’s dream
candlelit it’s a nice evenin
to write somethin that has meanin 
to me 
fight for the freedom of we 
when this life i’m leavin just hope it’ll be more free
new world move at lightspeed as a luminary
no tellin the weight some tombs carried 
in a dope beat is where i wanna be buried 

bump this shit at my funeral 
bump it bump it bump this shit at my funeral
yeah turn it up turn it up get turned up
run run run from the usual
learn from the what
when where how why
turn ya world upside down
drown in the sky
don’t hang your heart out to dry 
give blood to the music now it’s keepin me alive

word to Kendrick i don’t do this shit for IG
i do it for the blood runnin through the IV
somethin i love
summon from inside me
all that bullshit
handle it like Kyrie

leave you fore you leave me
leave you fore you leave me
handle it like Kyrie
leave you fore you leave me
leave you fore you leave me
handle it like Kyrie