The Good Things of the Dark Month

wonderful, loving man
Stinky and my cats
good friends
caring parents
good health
multiple orgasms

The Dark Month

I'm getting a lot of bruises from all the beatings.

Rap Song: '3' - Continuation

One of the metals is a fake.

Vegetable 4 - The Olive's Pit

Beet is beating me down. After just 2 weeks of being back at work, I received 3 verbal warnings for either stuff that isn't true or not warrant for a verbal warning. I'm not getting a fair trial.

I'm being chewed up and about to be spit out.

Vegetable 3 --The Funny Joke

Karrot hired a little Cheeze right before she was sliced.

1st scheduled shift: worked entire 3 hour shift.
2nd, 3rd, 4th, & 5th scheduled shifts: deathly ill, did not work.
6th shift: left early; needed to study for huge exam.
7th shift: did not work; 2 flat tires, to the rim.
8th shift: left early; forgot she had a bridal shower that night for her best friend.
9th shift: left early; injured herself with a hanger, went to the after hour care.
10th shift: worked entire shift.
11th shift: did not work; broke 2 toes & 1 finger. called me at home on day off. told her to call mod & bring in doctor's note. saved her unknown number into cell phone to avoid at all cost.

The Backup

Learning to play the Bongos.

Got rhythm, timing, and looks.

5% chance of getting the gig.

5 days to practice.

Hope

I'm an artist living in the business world.

I want to fall off the ladder again.

The Vegetable 2 -- The Planned Slice

Karrot sliced. Didn't like her anyway.

Beet's a bitch. Her plan isn't finished.

Fuck um.

Searching for drink.

The Aggravation

The cat hairs cover the sheets of the bed. I try to get a nap.
My mind races to the burdens of the moment. It will not take a time out.
The short nap becomes a long restless wait of thinking
and hoping to get some shut eye.
But instead, I think of the day and breathe the nearby cat hairs.
And one hair in particular aggravates my left nostril.
I wiggle my nose and put my finger in it and up it and give it a whirl.
Off and on, it continues to tickle me. An hour plus goes by
and I get up and change the sheets and pillow case.
Clear of the hairs and no cat nearby.
I try another go for a nap, but unsuccessful again.
The stress eats me up.
And the same spot in my nose triggers an itch.
It can't be the same cat hair or a new one exactly in the same spot, I wondered.
My thought geared toward a microscopic worm
finding comfort with soft tissue like a booger.

request: words of encouragement