so mad

Slept great and woke up to find 

My sleeping pills on the counter top. 

Hahah jokes on me. 

Ate this OMAD. 

Before bed. 

Early morning. 

I dry fast now at night. No fluid. 

So this is - and the weight- 

Is true. 

This crow was mad. 

I must have parked on top 

of his French Fries. 

Fasting is bad because 

you learn to be patient. 

You must be patient. 

You’re not shopping, prepping, eating,

Or cleaning up after 3 to 6 meals a day. 

And being away from all vices, 

Your thoughts “speak” to you. 

And it’s not easy to hear the truth 

Of what they say. 

I realized this time fasting - that I’m mad. 

I’m mad that the swimsuit didn’t fit. 

I’m mad that I ever was fat. 

I’m mad that my leg was broken

And it’s still not right. 

I still park with a handicapped sticker. 

I’m mad that they keep that 

Munchausen Nurse. 

And chose her instead of me. 

I’m mad that my relationship is gone

 and will never be back. 

I’m mad that I’m a poor 

judge of character 

and didn’t see it coming.  

That is the thing. 

I’m always too hopeful. 

Too positive. 

It’s like being naive. 

And I’m a slow learner. 

I give people the benifit of the doubt. 

When they least deserve it. 

I’m mad the medical community 

Let Baby Love Dove die. 

I’m mad at Nursing 

Because it has become a joke-

It’s not what it used to be. 

Im mad that I can gain weight 

on 500 calories a day. 

I tell my kids that they can get mad. 

And feel it. 

But now we have to do 

something about it. 

Yes. That’s what it was. 

BUT - at least for now- 

THIS sis how it is. 

And we have to get from 

Point A to Point B. 

We can go there mad, as well. 

We still get there. 

I went and got a rocking hot haircut. 

I went to the Gayborhood 

Supercuts. Best of both worlds. 

Style AND substance. 

No more “Suburbian”

Haircuts for me!