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”
I cried and got a spoon.
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.
