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.