this change

rain is in the air
left knee argues with me
lower back fusses
my body can tell time

I’ve become a person
who knows what
a storm will look like

what is this change?
everything on me
connects with the world
around me like never before

a woman is a fortune teller
the body knows all

sweater weather

micropoetry

cold snap’s on the way
“beasts of burden’s” ready to attack
sweater weather–at my door

rise

checked my voter status
better safe than sorry
active in elections no
longer means you won’t
be shut out/down…

you’re just another number
they’re willing to e r a s e
to get what they want

gallbladder?

the women without gallbladders
tell me it’s my gallbladder
causing ruckus in my body

forever full but hungry
acid reflux but belching
bloating without benefits

someone else says, “gluten allergy?”
I loathe trips to the doctor
I read material that
instructs the body on
which foods are safe and
which foods are not

I watch snippets and shorts
about healthier choices and
how to reverse damage or
prevent stones
and I become anxious
about the terror within me

don’t we have enough to
worry about?

I crawl back into bed
pull the covers over my
head, and the Winnie the Pooh
theme song comforts me
as I drift to sleep

this moment

I don’t have the passion
for things I love.
a piece of me has
broken off and slid into
the great unknown.

I do not possess the energy
to chase after it.
I am okay with what’s
not okay.

Is that scary or
just normal?

Is it common or
unheard of?

nothing is new
under the sun, though…
right?

hustle hard

a hustle culture
teaches us to ignore peace
breaking for money

one percent grieves not
their happy homes are aglow
with light we should have

inflation lives rent-free
in the heads of those still sane
collecting on time