Stinkbug

Stinkbug,

You smell like lavender in a lavender shirt.

Don’t you remember our conversations?

When you jumped in the shower with me, and tried not to get wet.

Traveling my body while I sleep.

Crawling through my hair and brushing against my lips

You reside with me and bug me

(no pun intended).

When I saw you and the flowers, I was surprised.

All you ever talk about is nonsense.

I kill you with disgust every September

I mash you with all the innocent exuberance of a child-

so you can come back stronger than ever in May.

Stinkbug.

Cold Teacup

Glass keeps shattering on my heart, and the house is colder than I remember.

I make some tea to warm, but it’s too hot to taste. So hot that I won’t taste for some time after today.

Turn on the lights but they won’t – can’t do much. A flame cannot warm me half as much as a bulb. It flickers anyhow.

The sun outside is deceiving, so I stay here; grounded.

Blankets are piled in a corner and that’s where they’ll stay.

The cup is my only hope, but it too will break away.