Don’t Stand Too Close

Don’t stand too close to me
Just yet.
I still like the click of my heels
Sounding out my life on the rounded course.
I’m partial to my shiny hair,
Aerodynamic so weather slips off my head
On the dangerous ground.
Rising heat, oppressive cold;
This strange world, so new and captivating is
Seducing me to lean farther out on the edge than
I had planned.
For now, I like to fly off the handle,
Spin with no strings attached.
I like to take flight now and then,
Launched by small thoughts that run away with me.
I’m not craving, yet, the pitt-patt of
Stocking-ed feet
Tangled musses of hair
Or responsibility on my hip
Found closer in.
But I’m on my way.
So don’t stand too close
Or I might lean too far and
Never let you hold me close.

~a poem i wrote last spring.



Today my PAPERMATE pen wouldn’t work, so I MICROWAVED it. I wasn’t acting out of anger, but was hoping to warm it up and loosen the flow of ink… but to no avail.
Then since my lack of anger didn't seem to work, I tried acting out of anger and thought about MELTING it for revenge…. But decided my boss wouldn’t appreciate it very much. (So I didn’t).