Dinner In Bed

One by one
the dumplings shove into your mouth
and clog up the pipe hole

without enough room to cut the pieces down to size
I watch quietly as your face turns a pretty shade of red
(remember the poppies in your mother’s garden?)

finger-fed;
you had hours to notice the grubby thumbs
dirtied by the way I live

but you greedy little thing!

now it’s too late
as your eyes roll back in your head
and your body falls limp to the floor

I prop you back on the pillows
slide up against your neck
and grin at the mess that I have made

i've been thinking.
these past couple of weeks i've been in a situation that i realize i've been in before-
just on the opposite side.
and part of me was wishing that it never happened,
but the other part of me now knows what it feels like to be across the line and
in a way i'm thankful for it.
maybe this will make me more compassionate towards the feelings of the other.

i have to be more careful.
more aware of my actions!
because i don't want to do this to another person again.

promise colleen elisabeth?



promise.

a little over a week ago a painting of mine was stolen from the art studio.
i'm still pretty full of anger towards the person who took it.
although, I dont know who it was, so the anger just floats up into the air.

I just can't understand why someone would want to do that to someone else

knowing how much work goes into a piece of art.

i know that this is somewhat unimportant compared to other things that are going on.
but no one really understands how much this hurt me.

i'm having selfish feelings right now.

got to let them go eventually.
just not this morning.