A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 12

Day 12: “Under the Weather”


I’ve been super tired lately

I also have an itch in my throat that I just can’t scratch

It has me coughing

Each cough is hot

And my throat feels tight


I need to drink more water

But the Brita is nearly empty


I’ve got a headache

And I don’t have the energy


I think

I think

I’m starting to get sick

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 11

Day 11: “Love Feels Good”


It feels good to not be judged

It feels good to be loved

And held

And comforted


It feels good to be squeezed tightly

And get a kiss on the head


It feels good to breathe with someone else

And relax


It feels good to love someone

It feels good to be there

It feels good to be seen


It feels good to know someone

And love to see them happy

It feels good to make them happy


It feels good to be happy


It feels good to be in love

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 10

Day 10: “Google Searches”


why do i wake up with my heart racing

happy hours near capital one arena dc

how to eat snails

(every menu to every restaurant i’ve ever gone to)

ted danson

(actually every actor in every movie, tv show i’ve ever seen)

how to get oil stain out of clothes

why does my stomach hurt

do you capitalize articles in titles

quotes about forming good habits

cindy crawford

what kind of tree is this

trixie on caleb hearon podcast am i gay

what percent alcohol is wine

can you put guacamole in the microwave

corey feldman

knitted blanket with silk trim

joan parks and rec

why did my credit score drop 30 points for no reason

albert marquet paintings garden

when is season 2 of mormon wives

winter booties for chihuahuas

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 8

Day 8: “The Compounding Nature of Grief”


Why is it that grief builds

The first time you lose someone you love it’s crushing

Devastating

Earth-shattering


The second time, it’s all of that

Plus unbelievable sadness,

Pain

At two lives lost


When the third time happens, it’s building off of all of it

It’s pain on top of pain on top of pain

And it’s not like you have ignored your grief

You’ve felt it

But somehow there’s always more


The fourth time, it’s guilt

It’s wishing you could have been closer

Feeling for others more than yourself

And feeling for the grief from before


The fifth time, it’s soul-crushing

It’s the deepest pain

It’s almost unbearable

It’s horrific

It’s pain from before,

Pain for others

For your family

Pain for the future

Pain for the pain that brought about this pain


It hurts

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 6

Day 6: “WWE”


Growing up

I never liked fighting

Or blood


In anything

TV

Movies

Definitely not in real life


It was scary


But now

My partner wanted me to watch wrestling

He said it’s less bloody


I actually find it funny

Sometimes gross


But my favorite part

Is seeing my boyfriend’s reactions

Passion

For wrestling


While it may not be my thing

I like gaining new perspectives

And seeing the childlike excitement on my partner’s face


Tonight, for example,

When John Cena became a heel, working for The Rock

He was shocked, taken aback

And I was just thinking how excited I was for him to be this excited

And how I first new The Rock from The Game Plan

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 4

You may have noticed I missed a day. Yesterday was busy, and I ended up forgetting. But, that’s the beauty of doing this series—each day is a chance to reset and write. So that’s what I’m doing. Here’s to day 4, a day late.


Day 4 – “Public Transit”


Hustle

Bustle


Not owning a car

Means endless possibilities


It means carpool

Uber, Lyft, Empower


It means bus

Another bus

Metro

Another metro


And waiting,

Lots and lots of waiting


As I write this,

I’m waiting for my train


There’s beauty in transit

Even in the waiting


But sometimes,

Sometimes,

All I want is a free ride home

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 3

Day 3: “Happy Hour”


Socializing

Can be fun

Can be awkward

Can be funny

Can be so awkward you don’t know what to do with yourself


What do you do

When

the convo takes a turn


do you physically turn away

and walk out

and say goodbye, that’s enough


Or do you smile, laugh

change the subject

and make a mental note to dissect the moment with your partner later


I often opt for the latter

and take another sip of my drink