Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “Do one thing that scares you every day,” counsels novelist Kurt Vonnegut. That’s easy for a risk-loving Scorpio like him to say, but is it good advice for you Tauruses, who typically thrive on peace and safety? At most other times, I would say no; I’d suggest you force yourself to face your fears no more than once a month. But the coming weeks are shaping up as a departure from your usual rhythms. You can do a lot to ensure your long-term peace and safety through regular encounters with unpredictable experiences that will scare up your hidden reserves of courage.

I’m ready for today to end.

Because of my schedule changing this week, I’ve gotten to work seven days in a row. Today is the last day of that. I doubt that today will end as quickly as I desire it to.

Yesterday was good. I got some stuff off of my chest. So, yeah. Good.

My mind is mush this morning. I want more sleep. I want to go home and sleep. Instead I get to fantasize about stabbing customers through the phone lines. Yes, ma’am, I’d be happy to teach you how to send attachments when you don’t have the slightest grasp of how your file system works.

I’m actually in a fairly good mood, so don’t take my whining at face value. Break comes in three minutes, which means sugar. :)

Right.

Let’s remove all of that vague that infested the end of the last post. Let’s replace it with more detailed and specific vague.

If you’re interested in what I need to vent about, I’ve written about it in , which happens to be where I post my poetry and leetle short stories.

Human Resources.

Meeting, followed by seven minutes (two calls) of being on the phone, and then break. Nice. However, after the break is three hours of taking calls. Oh, well.

I picked up the forms to get the cable installed in my new apartment. Looks like I’ll have to wait until I actually move in, or maybe I can swing it with the HR people to schedule it on my move-in date. It’s worth a try.

Amongst other things.

I’m stewing. Time to release some pent-up steam.

[Michigan Poets] Hurt. Again.

Familiar and alien
the combination twists my insides
my heart and my stomach
my eyes and my soul

I had thought this left in the past
I had thought that it would never return
to be re-lived
This time, the ice shattered
Spilling out liquid fire
in wracking sobs

That is why I’m still bitter
she said
because I still love them all
wounds don’t heal

I’ve been hurt like this before
but never like that.
Almost exactly like this, in situation
but never like that, afterward.
Just the same, in disappointment
but different, in determination.
Word for word, in your self-doubt
Every syllable changed, when I shattered.

Today, my hands gripping the cold
metal spikes
by the churning river,
I doubted the hope within me.
It felt so dim.

Nothing between two people
is perfect
We’re changed now,
because of what you did.
Less starry-eyed perfect
More earthen reality
We doubt our strengths
But not our desire for
each other – forever.

I will not take my name back
from you.
Not this time.
Never forget what I said
amidst running nose
tear-red eyes
sob-wheezing breath
I cannot forgive again.
This is too much for me to live with
a second time around.

Live your love for me
every day and every minute
in every step and every word
every action you take.

Time will prove that you can
or that I was wrong, one more time.