Consolidating fuzz into yarn makes me a friend to sheep everywhere. Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life does not impress the mutton in anyway, but sure does my mental health a world of good. Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs and piles lint all around. Giving things a firm twist pulls together what used to be fluff and keeps me warm and dry.
Jones for candor
I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.
I explode with the fireworks required
For anger to set living boundaries.
I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dream works
Allowing mental maintenance to occur,
Slip into my political face, making time for public works.
I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order “the works”.
Have it delivered so I can face the homework
Waiting for me and bearing my name.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault