Sitting outside on a blanket
in my back yard as the sun sets
listening to crickets and birds
and feeling the gentle breeze
and drinking apple cinnamon tea while reading
and then just lying down
before going back inside

tons of fluffy
snow beautifully falling and coating
the ground and the bushes and evergreen trees,
and listening
for Christmas morning

o/’ Laundry day.
See you there.
Mouth-breathing.
Ogling. Wanna say,
“It’s rude to stare,” but I just go
on laundering. With my pepper spray
I will mace–
your brain. With my pepper spray
I will find the time to find
the words to tell you how–
how you make–
make me feel–
what’s the phrase?
Like you’re a tool–
kinda sick–
special needs–
anyway…