NaPoWriMo: 19 April 2015

PUBERTY'S REVENGE

Think you're an adult?
Adore someone, newly met —
Awkwardness returns

NaPoWriMo: 18 April 2015

DON' WANNA

More and more these days I realize
that I don't really want to get out of bed.
Not yet anyway.

My body wants to wake at 7
or 7:30
or any other time
at least ten minutes before the alarm.

Most days I'm busy
doing work I sought out
in a field I love
but I still relish the thought
of days spent
having nothing on a to-do list.

NaPoWriMo: 17 April 2015

THAT DAY SOMETHING CLICKED

Today, something >clicked<.

I don't know what it was
or what it was linked to —

maybe a small part
that touches a big part
or a few not-so-small
but it >clicked<.

I felt it.

I think it's supposed to be good,
(Relief was my first instinct)
but it honestly freaked me out
(Fear was the second).

What was it?
Where was it?

What
the hell
>clicked

NaPoWriMo: 16 April 2015

THE OTHER TWIN IS VELMA

The longer I live in Minneapolis,
the less I like
hearing people
deride Saint Paul.

Minneapolis is flashier.
It is more popular.
It is the sibling to whom all others are compared.
It is Blossom
(from the Powerpuff Girls),
it is Zooey Deschanel,
or maybe Natalie Portman
(in Garden State).

But loving Minneapolis
over Saint Paul
and grinding it under your heel
is no more challenging
than having your favorite X-Man
be Wolverine.

That's work for amateurs.
That doesn't take depth.

Saint Paul is Strong Guy.
It is Shelley (who was
the most interesting one
on all of "Hemlock Grove").

It is perhaps Kaylee Frye,
or more likely Velma:
bookish and curvy,
intelligent and hidden
behind often-lost glasses,
with rewards for those
who to take a look
and stop a while.

NaPoWriMo: 14 April 2015

I'm so scattered right now.
Focus seems difficult
unless it's for sleep
or pixels moving across a screen.

Meanwhile,
words that were written
for people like me to say
in front of many other people
fall to the floor
(and could get stepped on)
because they have a hard time
sticking.

NaPoWriMo: 15 April 2015

At last I have taken my car in.
The recall repairs will finally get done.
I just have to wait four hours
so I'll catch up on writing.
Typing,
thinking,
thinking that life right now
isn't quite what I'd thought.
I would be fine with a smaller car
except that I'm tall
and smaller cars
are so low to the ground
and could get bogged down in the snow.

NaPoWriMo: 5 April 2015

Sometimes I think
I'd rather be the Tin Woodsman,
except soon I remember
that he actually didn't
NOT have a heart.

I think he felt so hollow
because he COULD feel.