When the trees are glossed in ice
and the sun glances through them with rising fire
They bat the light back and forth, a plaything
And I think
AAAAAAAAAAA THE TREES ARE SPARKLY!!!
Sorry. Poetry is just too grandiose, my brain can’t go there when all that’s running through my tiny mind are oh my fucking god the trees are sparkly, sparkles sparkles sparkles. I’ve regressed. Just in typing this, I’ve keyboard smashed so much that I accidentally opened up a bunch of weird windows for which I didn’t know there were keyboard hotkeys, like an HTML debugger. If it’s not what the sparkles have done to my brain, it’s what the cold has done to my fingers.
Here’s something random. My boyfriend writes songs for fun. Every once in a while I’ll sing one of his songs for him. Hopefully these blues will gently bring us all back down from the sparkle high.
I think there are giants outside
Trees with frozen fingers drag their unfeeling claws over my roof
Something clatters, rattles bangs.
The freezing rain has brought them.
Weather carries monsters in its wake.
When humans stay fearfully inside their homes,
Creatures of fancy cavort in the open air.
Definitely on a silly streak lately. Not one thing I wrote last night made much sense.
The weather affects us all.
Soon the harvest moon will turn
And I will turn with it.
Life is complicated.
I change from dog to girl
But my food choices do not change inside me
And something deep within is alarming.
When I was changed
I ate something a human shouldn’t eat.
My body is a mystery
My dog body doubly so.
Today I’m putting hot sauce on all the turds in the yard.
My human self must train my dog self.
I sit in the yard
Collar around my neck
Waiting for transformation
And thanking God for privacy fences.