The first thing my open eyes set sail on–
The plastic yellow pot of my aloe plant
With a small slug inching its way.
Removed and gone down the
Whirlpool in the bathroom
I wish it safe journey
Through the black hole
To a more exotic next life.
Then I am left to question why
My cat has to eat first to
Puke out a hairball
Dark and looking like
A small snake bigger than
His litter box poop.
It’s not like it’s inexpensive food.
There are leaves on the aloe
With flat planes of blue black
Obviouly spreading like mold
They too are removed and
The plant is placed
In a warmer climate
With more sun, but
I am reminded that
The garbage must go.
Another move in and
Out of the car.
Who says hell didn’t
Freeze over, and
How cold is a witch’s tit.
I must bundle up
Pray that the car starts
And move through my day
Having faith in my car
To turn over
For a fill of its belly
And not to play dead.
© Roseroberta