in all forms
sometimes there are those hours or those days when its seems that everything has gone all topsy turvy and there isn’t much reason to smile, you don’t even know how you got there, backtracking along the way trying to rule out or say yes, that’s it. and then sometimes there are those weeks, tangly tree limbs like sheets twisted in sleep holding you down. i really do always try to look on the yellow side of things, but sometimes i need a little help getting out of my own head and remembering my sense of humor, my good fortune and the wonderfullness of my very best friend in the whole wide world. i don’t know how she knew i needed this today, but i bet it’s the same way she new i needed it back when we were in 7th grade and some boy had just broken my heart, or my mom wouldn’t let me get the new sweater i was dying for at the limited. the poems haven’t changed much (at all) but neither has their effect, and for me that is the entire point. i love you, rebecca.
Ode to Ashley
There once was a girl named Ashley
Who kept her apartment kind of trashy.
She has weird taste in clothes
Shoes a weird size to fit her pear toes.
Her very fluffy cute dog’s name is Timber
He’s a little old so not very nimble
He has black fuzzy fur
And he can bark, not purr.
Her 32nd birthday is coming up soon
What will we do besides watch cartoons?
We could do art or go on a day trip
Not a whole lot of walking because she might trip.
To the mountains, the plains or the sea?
She has to let me know but not make me eat peas.
