My stomach hurts!
\nHead foggy with sedentary gloom.
\nI need a walk.<\/p>\n
It’s beautiful out.
\nCloudy, chilly, hot,
\nWith birds chirping,
\nand breeze blowing<\/p>\n
I haven’t walked in my forest for weeks,
\nAnd weeks and weeks,
\nToo busy escaping\u00a0the drum and drone of
\nFor next, until if then.<\/p>\n
Oh My God, how I hate
\nAn hour and a half
\nTo and fro.<\/p>\n
Last night I escaped\u00a0a DUI check.
\nNot drunk, just nerve wracking
\nAfter three hours in\u00a0construction traffic.
\nMiles of red lights.<\/p>\n
I need a job closer to my forest.
\nI need a job within my forest.
\nI need my forest.<\/p>\n
It sucks being smart and female.
\nLet me bitch just a little here.
\nSmart, female, pretty, talented, creative,
\nAnd as a result, largely unemployable
\nOutside the scope of women’s work.<\/p>\n
How strange that men are so strange.
\nTruly strange.
\nWe are told we need one,
\nLike a fireplace needs a match.
\nBut now I am convinced they need us far more.<\/p>\n
I cannot pretend I need a match,
\nSo, I am un-weddably large
\nFor all practical purposes.<\/p>\n
I cannot belong,
\nSo I cannot belong. Sigh.
\nIf only they had the staying power
\nOf masking tape on a wet surface.
\nI have so little patience.
\nIf only I had more time.<\/p>\n
More money and more time.
\nMoney is the key to it all.
\nMoney to pay the bills,
\nTo live,
\nTo exist,
\nTo eat,
\nToo much.
\nTo be.<\/p>\n
Money coming in like waves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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