Not My Job

Hair slicked bac
Hawwian shirt
swagger step
check the pot
half a cup
drain it
put it back
hot burner
walk on down
half a cup more
drain it
leave it
not my job
walk on down
fill the cup
put it back
not my job
put it back
not my job
walk on out
swagger step
I’ll drink it black
not my job
mister man
I’m too important
swagger step
shiny smile
see through you today
mister not my job
Wrong of me
to hope
it spills
on the shiny blue
hawwian shirt
not my job

Wool Sweater

The world
In all it’s intricacies and complexities
Is a wool sweater.
Not my puke brown felted
–Thank you mom for that dyer on high
Too small but I wore it anyway
Brown sweater
Of my misspent childhood
It is a vast
And infinitely colorful
Wool sweater
Woven and crocheted
Knitted and sewn
And I
In my twisted and always wandering
Find the ends
Those knotted or frayed ends
Little holes of interesting stories
Where I can start to pick
And slowly unravel
The mysteries of the world
Not in any attempt to unravel the world
But rather
To discover
The stories and mysteries
Hidden in the weave
And in the unraveling
May I add a little beauty
To the tapestry
And learn to be better present