apropos of nothing: off the lobby is a sauna
with a crack and my face pressed to it.
the front desk girl is putting drops in the eyes of another guest.
the sauna’s yellow light is burning my shoulder
and i should slip into the courtesy robe, and close my pores.
the bed is already turned down in my room.
but a lady carrying a dog puts down an empty wine glass
and i’m sure her dog is looking at me and licking its nose.
poem i wrote, on my birthday

Is she sitting on a toilet?
A great birthday poem. I hope you had a fabulous day of celebration. Hiding away doesn’t work – it only delays the inevitable. Just because the Ostrich burys its head in the sand, doesn not mean that life in the world outside stops turning.
Free bird! Love it!
We covered the same subject on our respective posts today, I think. I like what you did with it a lot. A lot a lot.
I’m at the point of being fearful of not taking risks – both financial and otherwise. No risk, no gain to offset the losses.
Beautiful detail and stream of consciousness in your birthday poem.
Sometimes less risk is even more risky- so true. Sometimes more damage is being done by not doing anything than by doing something.
Love the poem too. You’re one of my favourite poets hands down.
Nothing can be gained without risk, but everything can be lost by playing it safe.
Many happy returns of the day for your birthday- trying to avoid all the risks is an even bigger risk!
Best wishes
I must have been moonstruck, drunk or confused last time I posted here, so I totally forgot to say:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
So, I apologize for being so late…!
You always make me think so much!
I have so many connections in my head… but I can’t write them all here!
Let me just say… If it is bad, it will get better. Of course, if it is good, it will get bad. There’s no point in hiding, either way. But… sometimes you can’t help it…
Cost of living is still high, but we just have to find a way to deal with it and get more creative to survive.