happy birthday

happy birthday                                   March 2, 2016

i pretended to send you
an imaginary box
of dry dessert air
chilled in a frosty spring morning

i forgot to mail it
and where would you put it
in your life so cluttered
with the boxes
in which you place
everyone who ever loved you?

what you need
is a pair
of long underwear

maybe you are always cold
because your soul knows
that you have cursed yourself
to be half a human
lonely and old

it is not safe to try to touch god
when you cannot touch a woman
what a pitiful figure
with all those boxes
filled with his own hot air
while he shivers

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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