You have accomplished much to date.
You’ve passed all the exams,
You were never late.
There remains one final test.
It’s been called unfair by some,
But it’s really for the best.
Before you perform your first exam,
One important detail remains.
So your patients don’t scram.
Quickly now! We shall not linger.
We merely check the length and width.
Please present your index finger.
I am not a Princess.
I am a Queen, Dammit.
Hear me roar.
Where is my food?
Where are my subjects?
Where are my snacks?
I am waiting.
Do you not hear me?
I can be louder.
This is my castle.
Quake before me.
But first, snacks.
RIP Kaitlin Renee (2006-2022)
It’s only Thursday?
Monday was a holiday.
Should be Friday now.
Long difficult month.
Poetry will help you heal.
Peace until next year.
I need my lunch.
I have to pee.
I need a break.
I need coffee.
We’ve been conferencing
Since nine this morn.
It seems like it’s been
Since I was born.
There can’t be this much to do.
There can’t be more slides.
I want to stretch my legs.
I want off my backsides.
Amen.
I was rearranging my plants.
In my lucky sweat pants.
That’s not really my point.
I’ve wounded another joint.
It’s Spring and lovely as can be,
But I fell and tweaked my knee.
Watching my new plants stand tall,
And I’m wondering if I can crawl.
Everything is still locked down,
We’re just remaining in town.
Otherwise, I’d be on a ship,
But I still had my Spring Break trip.
One last meeting
Before I can go home.
But I’m in India,
So it’s your first meeting.
Video conferencing is the bomb.
Teams can be anywhere,
And still can get together.
The world is one conference room.
It’s 5:30pm in Bangalore.
It’s 2:00pm in Budapest.
It’s 7:00am in Dallas.
We can still all meet.
I’m the one in Dallas.
I haven’t had enough coffee.
There may not be enough coffee.
Time zones are a bitch.
Can’t… Sleep…
Every single night,
Between the dusk and dawn.
I wake up with a fright,
To find my lover gone.
Is she visiting the bathroom?
Did she go to poop or pee?
If so, she’ll be back soon.
Flushed with victory.
Could she not fall asleep?
Did she move to the recliner?
Did she find another cabin?
Am I on an ocean liner?
Did she go to walk the dog?
I heard no toenails on the floor.
Did she leave for someone else?
Does she not love me anymore?
Did she flee to see her sister?
Did I do something wrong?
That’s probably not the answer,
She wasn’t gone that long.
Did she need a midnight snack?
Perhaps she’s feeling yucky.
Was she murdered in her sleep?
I would never be that lucky.
Washing constantly.
Staring at the same four walls.
Slowly losing mind.
Bored.
Oh, Lord.
I’m bored.
Working at home.
(Like I was before.)
Let me explain.
In January,
I broke my ankle.
Broke my foot as well.
The doctor asked,
“This was one fall?”
Splint, boot, cast, boot.
My doctor said I should stay off it.
Avoid traveling.
So, I was stuck at home.
My wife said, “At least you work at home.”
Annoyed.
Very annoyed.
But it was my fault.
April,
I can walk!
I’m free at last!
Bad timing.
Everyone said,
“Stay home!”
“Avoid everyone!”
“Work at home!”
“Don’t travel!”
So, it’s pretty much
Like breaking my foot again.
Except I didn’t.
So, I’m annoyed.
And, I’m bored.
Oh, Lord.
I’m bored.
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