Let’s fix this
Oh fuck it
that’s never going to work
your fault my fault
someone here’s a jerk
candor and reticence
swings at the beach
keeping thoughts to yourself
giving a speech
making a decision
taking a stand
waffling, wondering
head in the sand
pain, unraveling
saying goodbye
punch the walls
crumple to a heap
in the blink of an eye
planning, taking
all the time you need
then saying yes
to leaping
yes to falling on your ass
yes to busy-ness and bother
worry and wait
chatter and blather
misfortune
even hate
losing every thing now
beginning again
heartache, sorrow
going within
birth and her babies
wet toes in the sand
death
and her mourners
cold holding hands
needing absolutely nothing
sure could use a drink
shattered
broken
hope-free
self again in a heap
her tears
your face
feeling holy
fell asleep
gift
from a daughter
crayons and tea
laugh
drop the crap
cry
drop the act
weightless giggle
start to wiggle
Heal, Banana Peel.
