I’m steeping

Like tea,

Sleeping with the enemy,

Checking my rear view,

But walking through the intersection 

Without looking both ways.

Nothing in my days makes sense,

Unrelated happenstance 

That string together like a macaroni necklace.

I may be glad to have it some day,

If I find I’m hungry enough to eat my memories,

Rather than live on these fumes of existence 

I’m discovering along my way to nowhere.

-jenn