My stomach hurts!
Head foggy with sedentary gloom.
I need a walk.
It’s beautiful out.
Cloudy, chilly, hot,
With birds chirping,
and breeze blowing
I haven’t walked in my forest for weeks,
And weeks and weeks,
Too busy escaping the drum and drone of
For next, until if then.
Oh My God, how I hate
An hour and a half
To and fro.
Last night I escaped a DUI check.
Not drunk, just nerve wracking
After three hours in construction traffic.
Miles of red lights.
I need a job closer to my forest.
I need a job within my forest.
I need my forest.
It sucks being smart and female.
Let me bitch just a little here.
Smart, female, pretty, talented, creative,
And as a result, largely unemployable
Outside the scope of women’s work.
How strange that men are so strange.
We are told we need one,
Like a fireplace needs a match.
But now I am convinced they need us far more.
I cannot pretend I need a match,
So, I am un-weddably large
For all practical purposes.
I cannot belong,
So I cannot belong. Sigh.
If only they had the staying power
Of masking tape on a wet surface.
I have so little patience.
If only I had more time.
More money and more time.
Money is the key to it all.
Money to pay the bills,
Money coming in like waves.