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Are Empty Beds a Good Thing?
I’m at the emergency room
Unable to sleep at night
There are three empty beds in front of me
It’s February 18, 2022
Nurses’ Station
Blue scrubs and face masks
Paperwork and monitors
And continual check ups
Waiting for the next emergency
The night shift is ready
Scented Love
I didn’t realize I was a fan till I saw it
It was a spark of desire
to own and to hold
to feel the warmth in my hand
to smell the top notes and base notes
the heart notes mixing with afternoon light
Melting by my side
Wax and music playing down the day
Cast small fires
upon peaceful loves
Get to Continue
It’s a blessing to begin again
To renew old hopes
and have a revival
Getting a second chance
or maybe third or fourth
having that 7x 70 life
with moments to spare
I thought I had a story to tell
then I, myself got in the way
But I get to continue
To write and post and live
To laugh and cry simultaneously
To dream and stay hungry.
Red is for Birthdays
Red is for Birthdays
The color of celebration
Today is for merriment and veneration
Green is for prosperity
For nurture and nature
Praise be for the plenty
The green earth offers
The King was born
The days draw near
For when heaven and earth
Coexist in cheer
Green Leaves in Water
Nourishing and flourishing
Hydration leads to growth
But tea is good for stomachs
Not detoxifying my anxiety
I grow tea plants at home
I use water and soil
And eggshells, and coffee and tears
I give them something to drink
And I drink them
No sugar no milk
Maybe boba sometimes though
Green tea, Camelia Camelia
Black tea, Camelia Sinensis
Herbal is a last resort
If people can farm a mountain
You can conquer the plants at home
Add Milk
The strong need something
Something rich and sweet
To add and replace
The feelings of non-acquired taste
The weak want to hide
By hegemonic disconnect
Secure in anonymity
Add milk
Add sugar
Add honey and cream
Leave bitterness behind
Darkness unseen
If only daily life
Was as simple as morning coffee
Cold Brew
Can you drown in palpitations?
Bitter,
Strong,
Resolute
Can you draw your own awakening?
Conscious,
Concerning,
Smooth
Is this right?
Stimulating,
Dark,
Cool
Do you want more?
A soothing weight between cup hands
An offering to brown used lips
Energy
Bed of Blades
Soft but sharp
The loss of unseen ground
The fallen whims of the living
Unbroken and upright
An invitation to surrender
Into a flinching embrace
The fabricated unawares
Of accosting pests
Makeshift bedding
Lost, lush decorations
of many colored leaves
Sunk and crushed
By unconscious feats
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