I Need An Easy Friend
I’m looking for large-scale, LIFE COACH LANGUAGE.
A ONE-STOP SHOP miracle drug that will CLEAN ME,
stretch MY SPINE, fix my POSTURE, make me EAT BETTER,
and stop SMOKING.
See, the ADVANTAGE to listlessness is the ABILITY
to see the horizon in ALL DIRECTIONS. EVERYTHING
tastes sweet. I can watch ANYTHING on television. No
porn is TOO WEIRD for me.
I DO like apples better than pears. I mean I PREFER
them. I DO go to bed with a fan on each night. But
I’m SKEPTICAL about my CAPACITY for PATH-MAKING.
HERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT A LAUNDRY BAG:
I fill it up with DIRTY clothes until the pile’s TOO MUCH
on the eyes. See, a proclivity for being TOO HARD on myself
leads to SUDDEN OUTBURSTS of being too soft.
IT’S BEEN HARD, all this brain talk. Let me lie in bed ALL
DAY. I understand the benefits of HABITS but how does
ANYONE floss regularly.
I’m weaving between KNIFE BRIGHT/WHIP-HANDED and
sodden—not unlike a french fry. Too much SORRY talk, not
enough TIME spent chewing at the window.
See, we’re more RESILIENT than we think, to take on all
this self and social BATTERING—to keep ourselves from
eating ONLY BUTTER.
Nellie Papsdorf is a part-time poet from Portland, OR. You can follow her online at @worldsbiggestballofyarn.