divining

sometimes I force the words
and end up starting a poem 

with words like awaken and purchase
to describe an itchy scalp 

caused by cheap shampoo
imported from Japan

in an expensive looking bottle
shaped like a jar of honey

not today

mental health supply chain issues

result in crying at work, chocolate for dinner,

stubbed toe, piles of dirty laundry,

unwashed hair, and four unfinished books

in a pile by the bed with dogeared pages

and dreams of being read.

not my day

when I am still

there is still a storm inside

day 4

getting people's names wrong

day 3

step back, this isn't

about me. it's my turn

to be the pillar. make that

what I'm about.

day 2

I like the ability

to change the words around

after I've given them life.

If I could wield that spell

for spoken word too

what a powerful witch I could be.

day 1

yesterday we travelled through time

together we landed in my city

and once we got out, got on the highway

heading home, away from the city

you said you felt like home

this far from home, finally.