I’d rather not have any feelings today.
So I woke up and washed them down the drain,
I got in my car and they came right back.
Shooing them out the windows
Worked like a charm.
Until I was doing the dishes,
They bubbled out of my eyes,
So I scrubbed them and shoved them into the dishwasher,
I promised them I’d come pick them up later.
Pesky little buggers
Gnawed their way
Into my coffee cup.
Dancing across laptop keys
I don’t want to press.
These feelings don’t seem to care
That I don’t want them here.

Writing about feelings that want to be felt
But your bones don’t feel ready yet
What? Do I write the words:
Sad
Agony
Aching
Betrayal
Grief
Loss
Pity
Anger
Tragedy
Resentment
And think it’ll lay on a page like some stained glass
Work of art that the masses will gawk at?
Are my feelings happy with me yet?
Did I do as they asked?