blunt trauma

i'm tired
of sustaining blows
and remaining on my feet
looking toward the shining sun
and the early evening sliver moon
listening for the birds'
brutal earnestness
and a singer's soulful joy
to pull me through
and away from this
blunt
bludgeoned
self

hubris

I was going to offer this general statement a week or two (or three) ago, but i decided not to.

Well, now I'm in a mood, so here it goes:

DON'T LIE TO ME, MMK?

I'm smarter than you. Worse than that, I'm perceptive and I have an uncanny gut instinct.

And if you do make the mistake of lying, when I fucking catch you in it, suck it up, admit it, apologize.

DON'T BULLSHIT ME.

I'm too old. I like myself too much to put up with it anymore. I'm not desperate enough for your attention or affection anymore to even fake it.

You? Tryinna flex on me?
Don't be silly.
-Will Smith

here's something you didn't want to know about me

i just took a decongestant
because if i don't
i swallow snot all night
in my sleep
(yay! post nasal drip!)
and puke it in the morning
about 10 minutes after i wake up
not "oops i puked" kind of barfing
but heave hurl strain wretch gag cough
UGH

hell of a way to start a day, hunh?

and you wonder why i'm so crabby.