Thursday, September 9, 2021

Thursday

Everyday
almost everyday
I clean like my life depends on it
I get so wrapped up in my thoughts
deciding when cleanliness
is Thursday
or godliness 
I make all of these lists 
in my notes, in print, 
with pens that make 
me happy 
in words that do not make sense
to anyone but me
Making hard moves 
I promise


Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Matriarch

 The biggest problem with misogyny 

is

even after it is dissected 

it is so deeply rooted

that people still think

white men 

are more talented

than everyone else

bECAUSE

of their privilege 


what a side chuckle


As a woman, I can tell you

my emotion is your obsession

You might fixate on a sound

and try to make it better

in your bedroom 

pissed off or apathetic

pretty stoic 

about your coming of age 



but the only thing you created

is her approval




Saturday, August 21, 2021

Dial It In

 My favorite house plant
is my Prickly Pear
What a happy cactus
with the happiest spikes
And it just keeps growing
Everyday it changes 
I’m not sure 
if it’s the patio that’s perfect
Or is it just the perfect specimen?

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Cliché Wrapped Up In Antiquity

 Throw the shit on the wall


Monday, June 14, 2021

39 and the Entrance of Dramatic Candles

The best birthday present
Is waking up early 
The best thing about you
is everyday
even when you make me mad
especially when you make me mad
because we talk it out
with words
and we get to understand 
each other
A cute gift I received
from the people that love me 
was the perfect water pitcher
and somebody insisting
I was only 29
Even after we established
we both knew 
what year I was born
It was really funny 
that you kept me in my twenties
so much closer to you
I’m gonna use that one
I also thought it was neat
when everyone
went around the room
and said a nice thing about me

This is the last year of my thirties
and I am 29

That is all you need to know about me

Friday, June 11, 2021

Perfect Company 20/20 ReRemedied

 It bothers me

to be bothered

It upsets my mother

every time 

I write a poem

but before I was ever bothered

I remember when

my mother explained to me

what my “rug-burned” knees

meant to everyone around me


How did she know

that I would forever be

unreachable 




Sunday, June 6, 2021

Perfect... again

 I want you to know

that I cried just enough

And then I woke up

and I went to the Market

I bought the perfect

amount of tomatoes

and I was gifted 

the perfect amount of greens

to bring you back to me

You are still with me

and everyone sees you 

I want you to take a step

with me

I love you so much

Hey!

It’s just you and me

slow it down

take it easy, Jacey

Life isn’t fun

It is waking up

and knowing

A good life 

is making good 

choices. 

It still feels bad.

Everything still hurts.

Our dad is still dead.

but how proud would he be

to see us 

not be

the decision 

he regrets