Firefly

I lived in an exoskeleton ofcynicism, sarcasm, prideentirely closed off to harsh windssharper wordsnot letting my gooey center outnot letting matter in AndI wish I found out soonerthat life begins with underbelly exposure,with squishiness of uncomfortability,with pins and palm needles of unsurednessand not with The. Perfect. Plan. I wish I had discovered earlier thatmy fireflyContinue reading “Firefly”

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After Covid-19

I didn’t find bugs before.I didn’t take in leaves, branches, bloomsin front of Windows,beside the roads.Before. I didn’t know squirrels before orchipmunks,didn’t watch daily theatrics of crows, chickadees, hawksunfold in front lawn branches.Before. I didn’t nodalong to rhythmsof my neighborhood, relying on changing soundsof outside to keep time.Before. I didn’t smellbuds of spring, each aContinue reading “After Covid-19”

An ode to the lone Chinese fortune cookie on top of the microwave

Your plastic wrapping crinkleseach time I move and move and moveyou again,attempting to find your ideal place-out of the way but still at the forefront of our minds. You will never be eaten, only relocateduntil we deem it to have been“too long”or we explore whether we“even really like these”or we“can’t even remember when we ordered.”Continue reading “An ode to the lone Chinese fortune cookie on top of the microwave”

Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Week 3

Mozzie’s Journal: Mom and Dad have been awesome and let me hang around without the cone on. Sometimes. Sometimes they say, “No licking” over and over and then put the cone back on. It’s really a crapshoot and I have yet to figure out any sort of rhyme or reason to their methods. Since theContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Week 3”

Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 15

Mozzie’s Journal: Mom keeps singing about, “Tomorrow” and loving it a lot. Dad doesn’t seem as annoyed by this as I am. I figure as long as they keep rubbing my ears everything must be okay. Ear rubbins and chin rubbins make everything okay. My parents keep insisting that I use this ramp but IContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 15”

Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 13 and Day 14

Mozzie’s Journal: I thought they said two weeks. The humans are liars or I can’t do math or both. Probably both. Either way, the cone has been on too long. I am restless. I am eager to scratch and paw my ears. I am dying to lick my butt. Dying. Sometimes I bark at myContinue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 13 and Day 14”

Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 11

Mozzie’s Journal: Cone status: zen Boo Bear/Monkey status: MINE Squirrel Status: on high alert Kita status: partners in crime 0630: Mom comes down the stairs to walk us but instead of coming down on two paws like she normally does, she decides to come down on all fours, face first, like the rest of us.Continue reading “Mozzie’s Post-Surgery Journal: Day 11”