Robbers!

In the bathroom, about to take a shower.
No one else is home, but
have to lock the door.
It's robbers!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!

Sitting on the toilet - going pee.
No one else is home;
have to lock the door.
Robbers!
aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Dancing in the computer room,
wearing only Sponge Bob panties.
No one else at home, but
must lock the door.
ROBbers!
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!

Brushing teeth and
scrubbing cheeks clean.
Other people are home, still
must lock the door.
roBBERS!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

In the bedroom,
changing into pajamas,
home all alone,
need to lock the door.
ROBBERS!
BOO!

The Lone Chopstick

Usually, chopsticks work in pairs: side-by-side, held in one hand, and pressed together by positioned fingers. They seem to be co-dependent - afraid to be on their own. Always with at least one other, whether in use, in the drawer, or in the drain tray.

But every morning, when I slowly straggle out of bed and crawl into the kitchen, I see one lone chopstick sitting on the counter patiently waiting to be cleansed. One brave chopstick adventures forth everyday alone, leaving his friends behind in the drawer. They eagerly wait for his return, when he will regale them with stories of his journey.

It is not the same chopstick every morning, however, that ventures forth to new discoveries. Oh no. Sometimes he is one of the wooden crowd - some days she is from the red plastic group. And every morning when I see this lone chopstick, I stop to ponder what mischief she created alone, early before I rose under my covers.

Compulsion

Anxiety a rash spreads across your wrist another under your breast redness on your right cheek itchy Anxiety chewed nails dried blood skin around nails chewed till it bleeds a tiny bit of skin hanging an invitation to chew an invitation to draw blood repeat repeated you cannot stop fidgeting you twirl your fingers pull your fingers some day you will pull too hard and dislocate a finger maybe some day is today your fingers tap the desk tap against each other your foot twitches in the air knuckles knock on the desk another bit of skin around your thumb nail to chew cannot stop will not stop move twitch knock scratch tap shake shiver rock sway pull rub itch chew cannot stop must not stop

Paper cuts

In chaos theory,
the flap of butteryfly wings
can change the whole world.

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Sitting all alone
Watching the clouds over head
leaving me behind.

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A fort of beer caps.
Smiling green fire crackers.
Red Mojo Jojo.

In Waiting

Hidden under rainbows
and catching sweet perfumes;
I wait for you,
underneath the moon.

Flying through the sky
with my purple eye;
I wait for you,
in my red ball
loon.

I just can't get enough -
sometimes your love just isn't enough.
I need to feel you
want you
feel you touching me
I can't get enough. . . .