Want a Cup of Coffee?
No Shame Thoughts
Once, I made the mistake of recommending
chicken livers to a boyfriend, and it
cracked our foundation, it sure did. This is
one reason I do not like to color or persuade or
dissuade or have any suade
about anything for anyone…
Oh, Shi*t Thoughts
If I am being honest, I want to sit…think on the differences between…real-life happenings and man-made realities…pretend we are having toasted onion bagels with tomato slices and fresh-squeezed orange juice, ok… that fresh sort of lived-in fanciness is what I love about visiting dirty cities with corner delis… who needs a parking lot when you can step over sidewalk gum and order five different feta salads…you ever think about Jesus, covered in fear, asking his dad for help in that garden…the way it’s told, been passed down…flown through the time zones of morality… you’d think he paused… in some type of spiritual armor…took it like some sort of man…for the good of his flock…for his team’s health…but… I think he was really scared…like in over your head, it’s the 90s, no cell phone, get home or get grounded, scared… I think he wept loudly like we all do when something bad happens…when we have to go on…you know… alone…when we have to decide to keep walking…to do the right thing…with only indigestion and sorrow and the voice of God telling us where the potholes are…..I think about all of it sometimes…usually, a few times a week…
Own It Thoughts
Also, this morning,
when I stood on the porch
braless and barefooted, watching
my Zinnias fight against the high winds,
I admitted to myself that I have never wanted
my enemies or fears to become
the enemies or fear of others just because…
I do not like to live in the Land of Just Because…
too much time is wasted or ill-spent by folks
calling other folks into their just becauseness…
I’m just saying…
The poet, who is serious about The Golden Rule, still bleeds like most people, and willingly accepts all ownership for any embarrassing, unpredictable, nope-not-smart sh*t she has unknowingly caused, stepped in, or forced others to smell without permission.
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Shew I really related to “but… I think he was really scared…like in over your head, it’s the 90s, no cell phone…” very interesting thoughts to ponder