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I have a love affair with sleep It’s like pretending to be dead I want to do it right the first time Daily practice in my bed The only people to perform  This task better than me Are anesthesia patients And heroin junkies When my last lover finally shows I’ll be ready for goodbye  Sweet somnia Just let me rest my eyes

Single mother lover Left on her own Because instinctively he knew She wouldn’t try to find another Her children the one priority There is no time For dating games Her kids are the only royalty Single forever person To protect her offspring From the heartache Of another man’s desertion For the MILF she is Appreciate her Then leave her alone To raise her kids

What was offered Was metaphysical Digital dick When all I needed Was a tasty mouthful Of Steven Tyler lips A side of artist Mixed with clever To tease my bored mind  If all that we can do Is shadow one another There’s never light to find Alone in the dark  Is where we will stay With insecurity behind Left in the comfort zone No one opens their eyes  To read between the lines 

We lose everything we love So why the desperation When something becomes stardust In our ego filled nations People enter our worlds For both joy and for pain Never staying too long Neither one will remain I’m learning to fake out my mind No yesterdays or tomorrows Swim the make believe happiness In a shallow pool of sorrow If I have no muse I’ll amuse myself Make my own content Never needing help I’ll lose my youth But gain my age Forget old wounds Drop the loose rage Family members will die Loving friends and pets too Leaving permanent holes Genetic matter through We do what makes us feel alive Until we are not anymore When one goes up in puffs of smoke There is another open door Eat that ganache cupcake Fuck whoever you want The end is no matter We all end up a haunt

Toxic femininity Wants me to soften Drip melted butter That adapts to the cracks In the crust Of the bread of life Toxic positivity Prefers I live a lie Disregard and disown My natural darkness Eat my road rage And ask for another Toxic masculinity Tells me boys will be boys Emotionally void Violently entitled To my body and self value Above all else An alpha female is a diamond But that’s not the real treasure It’s the multicolored stones inside That can detoxify Neutralize toxicity With my divine femininity

My mind is Crime scene Cleanup Quiet Malcontent Unless drowning In tragedy And solitude I have always been Most comfortable In emotional pain Perhaps that’s why I am a magnet To those not meant For me

Christmas trees and jack-o-lanterns Treasured for a month Tossed to the sidewalk to decay Planted, tendered, and harvested Trucked out of forests and gardens Solely for our baubles And aesthetic pleasure What happens To the evergreens and gourds That nobody buys Cut and left to die The ones that don’t get chosen By red cheeked children With magic in their eyes I belong where they do Abandoned, discarded, and forgotten Left for mulch Like the remnants of a pumpkin patch The day after Halloween The only thing they are still good for Is pumpkin pie Someone’s dessert The best I could be is pie

A stranger from the internet Made me laugh when I wanted to die With a witty comment and silly joke My thoughts grew wings to dry my eyes A stranger from the internet Tried to make me hate myself Told me I was old, fat, and ugly As if I don’t own a mirror A stranger from the internet Encouraged and accepted my words Said they felt somehow familiar Inspired within them a new verse A stranger from the internet Was so brutally rude I wanted to find his house Take a shit on his doorstep A stranger from the internet Made me wail in grief Their unimaginable loss Taking a small but deep bite out of me Strangers from the internet Never needing introduction Can truly enrich your life If you’re real enough to catch one

There is an orifice in America So magnificent and grand It holds many secrets but does not Just want to grab you by the hand Where the fake news overflows A spray tan hall of fame By now we have all seen it Trumpster Dumpster is it’s name A trash receptacle of the highest caliber It holds all the locker room banter Full of apprentices and professionals Each one a different color cancer Sexual deviance hangs from the ceiling But no one is there to see Dump your porn stars and phony universities Just know this trash doesn’t burn for free You can hide your taxes Or several mail order brides From Russia, Iran, North Korea Trumpster Dumpster always holds a surprise With walls built by immigrants That reach towards the sky No Muslim terrorists Would ever break inside Trumpster Dumpster will incinerate All your wildest dreams It just needs a Twitter connection To feed the MAGA fiends Our rockets red glare Is a moral funeral pyre Never burning out It is no

"Hindsight" (Isn't that what we are all writing about today?) Our last date was five years ago, New Year’s Eve 2015. Looking back it was clear he did not want to be in my presence. My mother was in town to help with the kids and I was looking forward to a night out away from them. He came home sometime after eight. With a slightly irritated sigh, he asked me where I wanted to go. Assuming he was only tired from working all day, I said, “I don’t care. Just take me out of this house.” A look of guilt mashed with pity crossed his face. In hindsight, it was a look that had become painfully familiar over the past couple of months. We ended up at some Japanese hibachi place, a little too close to their closing time. The irritation of the staff was palpable. They too were eager to begin their new year festivities, but I didn’t care. I was determined to have a nice meal with my husband. Afterwards, we had planned to return to our own restaurant and shoot off fireworks with ou