Not THAT lady….
Not today, I promised to breathe in only that which fills me.
She does not. But rather plucks at my strings,
Like a toddler on a ukulele at the three o’clock hour
Head pounding, succumbing to lethargy
The prayers answer would be sleep, instead
I must splash my face with the proverbial cold water of ettiquette
I pull strength from within, like a belly filled with poetry
The orb teetering on my neck, a glass see-thru skull,
Pulsates like a frog’s thin skin, stretched, puffed, garbled, ribbit!
Like an anxious teller who knew there was something not right.
I cannot pretend to be unaffected,
Her boundaries spill into my comfort zone.
There is a bothersome delivery punctuating her every word
My mantra settles me “stay true, stay true, stay true…”
I beam as if I must’ve seen a baby shrew
The surprise in my voice goes up like a perfect pitch-then smack
The baseball is quickly back down in foul territory
“Hi, I’m in a Huuuuuge hurry, nice to see you”
Life is ticking away, no time for burdened souls
Souls, who cannot feel your presence, souls fueled by Harlequin novels,
When you yourself prefer non-fiction.
But instead, I listened and nodded.