I was up last night till 4:00 a.m. watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix and fully intended on writing ya’ll a mini review on Jenji Kohan’s (the creator of Weeds) colorful take on the prison system. Instead, I woke up at 11:45 — just in time to still call it the morning — with way too much to do, by which I mean way too many places to go wearing my new engagement ring. Instead, I’m gonna take some advice from fellow blogger, Jennie and share a poem I recently revised:
When I Was Six:
When I was six
me and my brother
spilt our sea monkeys out
of their glass home.
My brother grappled and thought
“what bad luck”
There on childish knees
scraped from rocky driveways
and swinging too high
I scooped up my best friends
like I was building a house
with the wrong side of a hammer.
I didn’t watch television
that night, survivor guilt
absorbed me and nights were
dreamless for a while
just haunted by tiny dancing
friends. Until one day
I got a dog, named her Casey,
and fighting boredom,
I washed her sandy coat
with dishwashing detergent.