Overlord
Shake of the hand,
the sinister in your eye
“Who’re you again?”
No, you don’t even have to try.
Cloaks of integrity
hidden
in delicious sight.
Relentless principles reigning down,
our stepping stones
soon become
broken bones.
The principal is near.
Look!
Another overlord
I’m supposed to fear?
A half-hearted “anything you need from me?”
An empty “anything I can do?”
Except appreciate
everything
we already do.
Chiefs left and right,
You hire us all
with plans to smite.
Reluctance in your smile,
Superiority in your disguise,
No!
My soul is not yours to buy.
Cardiac Tamponade
Bandaids
won’t fix
this bullet hole.
Scars can’t disguise
this once barren soul.
You won’t see me.
You can’t listen.
Never
will we both glimmer, or glisten
Bandaids won’t cover
this gaping hole
Not he
Not we
No.
It’ll never be she.
What’s lost
in gritted compromise,
is now
willful demise.
Please,
mother?
…is this all we’ll ever be?
Into the Sunset
Steady are the hands I find in the dirt.
Steady are the joys I can’t help but blurt.
Wide-eyed in wonder,
this
is how the anxious surrenders.
Catching my breath, I know — now,
that love isn’t supposed to hurt.
Once a shapeshifter, always a survivor,
no more — do I allow myself to run into fire.
Long accustomed to nothing,
today’s celebration in full swing,
this is grounding in action,
allowing differences
without
a bitter reaction.
Letting myself be known,
at last.
Oh — my love,
It’s remarkable how much you’ve grown.
Lemon-Lime, Losing Time
Tart on Tuesday
Bitter in shivers
mind, in disarray
The gap,
between wanting and capacity
the inevitable one off,
lost in wanderlust.
How many neurotypical wannabes
and hopeful morning maybes
will it take
to stop expecting
lemonade, from a lime?
What will it take,
to stop wasting time?
Will I make peace
with dysfunction?
Can I sip lemonade, as it is?
Missed appointments, scheduling mishaps, can’t find my travel shampoo
Damn it!
I keep slipping on my shower shoes.
Pants sticking to my legs
Great, look at all the weight I’ve regained.
UGH!
Pants sticking to my thighs,
UGH!
When will I stop and realize?
Lemonade from a lime,
here we go again
losing time.
Living to the frugal edge,
when will missteps
be the last thing I dredge?
Squeeze harder,
push farther,
square peg into a round hole.
Shouldn’t I know by now
how to manage the toll?
It’s not worth it
if it’s imperfect!
No fifty in sight
One, two, three, four
it’s okay to struggle more.
Four, three, two, one,
but still there’s so much to be done.
Lemon-lime, who cares if I wasted time.
Lemonade, you’re not a lime
No
My neurodivergence
need not be
a self-fulfilling crime.
Meal For One
Friendship served
on a silver platter
meal for one
UGH!
No more frivolous splatters!
You said,
“hope you look out for yourself,
don’t want you out of a job”
But I don’t think
you mean it.
My oh my,
I think you’re full of shit.
It’s almost as if
you want me
to stay
here, forever.
In silver hearts
and plastic starts
I await
your inevitable depart
Longing
for a dandelion friend.
Coming up for air,
once again
giving me the bends.
I wanted it
to be you
I should’ve known
you were too good to be true
Friendship served
on a bronze platter,
another meal for one.
To you,
I’m sure I hardly matter.