poeming on an early friday morning

Where Spring 2014 Finds Me

admiring all the pretty flowers
reading all the books
dreading the two hour bedtime
ignoring my bigger cameras
shoulding myself about the waste
ABBAing after a horrible morning
("take a chance, take a chance
take a chance chance chance")
worrying I'm making all the same mistakes
waiting for a lunch date
drinking my coffee sweet again
(oh Thailand, you changed me)
daydreaming about my house
sore throated from the pollen
thinking a nap might come later
(knowing it won't happen sans Nyquil)
needing to redye my hair already
faded faded faded faded green.