It’s five thirty a.m.
and I’m looking for something to say
an opening line
a clever cliché
it come to me
I have attained a level of nirvana
SMARTER THAN DIRT!
It is the autumn of my life
I am almost divorced
and possibly one grain
short of a beach
outside (daytime, this past week)
The leaves are changing!
Reds, oranges and yellows
a deep blue cloudless sky
and I am healing
from the stuff of life
And I grin
because everyone is wondering…
Doesn’t she miss Hawaii…is she GAY?
OMG–I bet she hates men now!
And I reply
DO YOUR OWN MATH!
am I happy?
then think about what needs to happen in Your life?
The first step
is the hardest
the zombies will NOT make way for you
you will have to do it yourself
So take out the barrel of sterile wipes and keep defogging the lens
act as if you actually know what you’re doing
keep talking, resort to sign language if you have to
Zombies don’t communicate well!
here’s the thing; according to my best friend A.,
I’m healing and that’s ENOUGH for now.