Don’t lose your compass
in the wilderness
Let’s repair what keeps you repeating
the history of Agnes of the Poor School Bus Monitors
or Sister Clara of Walmart greeters.
My Mallory Magenta,
You used to wear loose hair and tight dresses that shattered
his vision for anyone else
You married some stranger out of nowhere – weddings, babies,
jobs where you suffer
40 hours at the same table
with that old hag Vera who chews and snaps her gum.
chew. snap. chew. snap
Mallory Magenta, what happened
to those sparkling eyes that could see a thousand
futures with so much to say and people who listen
to what you are truly saying.
You wanted to live in harmony with that one vegan
with simplistic meals and extraordinary yoga practices.
Live with nature he says. Be nature he says.
You follow his path and lose your own compass
He was so peaceful during the hike but you wanted to scream
how he was thoughtless to drag you back to the trail too soon after having a baby
who wants to be freezing while living in a shed – “It’s good for the environment. Nature will be so happy
without engines and electricity. Warmth will come from sacrifice to Gaia and Artemis.”
That natural flow is not the path for you
Remember being familiar with Waffle House signs every 20 miles.
They could have some chicken and waffles
ready in mere 40 minutes.
Auntie Maria would say that you are too scrawny.
houses with no heating systems are for savages.
request the extra heart-shaped omelet.
you’ve waited so many years to try on a wedding dress
who cares if you have to wait another 20 years to
find a person worthy of putting on a corset?
the power of a love bomb is weak compared to hunger.
you could build a dam with wedding dresses that you have dreamt about.
none will stop the snowstorm from barricading you in a shack
it’s time to get out of that wilderness and find your own path