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Jenny
Jennifer Curtis
jencurtis80
I am a work in progress. And for some reason I thought I was done, settled, figured out. But, I'm no where near any of that and am learning to be okay. I am 35, I have a masters degree and an almost phd and I am not sure why or how or if I am even going to finish. I stopped writing poetry for over a decade because I stopped being my authentic self for over a decade. Go figure. I'm in between jobs and I between ideas about what life looks like for me- goals dreams plans and so on, and I am trying to value my talents even when no one else around me does or even when (gasp!) no jobs want them and I'm in debt up to my ears. I love to read, I love to stay in bed, I love coffee and eating and I have a lovely daughter and a tumultuous everything else - marriage stuff, depression stuff, identity stuff, money stuff, growing up being adult stuff. I love Tori Amos and Weezer and Sylvia Plath and Sherman Alexie. I am an introvert who has a diverse and open mind and a heart that's trying to figure out how to open again or of it even wants to. Maybe I like being cranky. Not sure yet.
My Other Pet: A Haiku
Stop, it’s just the mail,
There’s no need to go so nuts!
Can’t you be a cat?
Inspiration: Spork
I suppose it takes a lot more to inspire me
A black and white picture of a pic dog in a sweatshirt is close enough to being my spirit animal but mostly I’m a cat person and probably a crazy one
Just give me ten or so more years of living like this and I might snap sooner rather than later
My daughter liked the pic of the green blob of moss with googly eyes in someone’s hands but I really can’t get with that
Is that supposed to be joy or whimsy or nature I have no idea
I liked the idea of the googly eyes though because who doesn’t
And anyway the last picture in the prompt was nice and spiritual-esq but it was nature and I am the worst at nature
And maybe I’m not in a deep enough peaceful enough calm enough place to be all “ooooh a door and sun and a tree let’s mediate or reflect on the human condition!” Because my entire current human condition is more than enough to deal with
As I write this poem I’m playing candy land with my daughter in
My unmade bed
Coffee finally ready after a trip to trader joes for cream
My daughter just used eye shadow to paint my face into a clown or kitty cat or what looks like a 35 year old woman after a rough night at a bar and wow is that hard to wash off
So inspiration hmmmm
Sounds like one of those words that the more you say it or look at it or think about it
It loses it’s meaning
Like
spork spork spork
Or
bog bog bog
Though as a Nietzsche fan and part time nihilist
I suppose meaninglessness
is the ultimate inspiration