January 27th, 2022/where the wild things thrive

Today’s Prompt: Where do you go when you need solitude?

I’m not going to write my entire snarky reply I thought of for this prompt. My only snark here will be this: well, where do you go when you need air? Above water, genius. Breathe.

Okay here’s a poem:)

Find me where the wild things are,

minds so sick of life’s judgment

they won’t pay your social rent.

I am a crazy child

I don’t want your inhibitions,

your opinions,

I live for who I am.

Tell me where the wild things thrive,

the jungle lacking killer vines,

the ocean’s kindly tides.

Ha! I am a crazy child,

I run and dance just how I please,

the thorns and boar tusks can’t claw me

I dash them dull on lightning knees.

Find me where the wild things are,

the forests far, the last sputtering car,

the city tar by evening star.

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Take me where the common things lie,

I’ll dance upon the gravy-stones

make liquid of potato bones,

I have no apologies.

Tell me where the wild things try

to give up all their wildness

and fit in cardboard business suits

and heavy-handed high-heeled boots.

Take me where the wild things die

their gravy-stones, mashed potato bones,

I’ll tame my crazy, offer them a rose

like condolences

but

Ha! I am a crazy child

I callus my fingers on thorns and human wars

I have no regrets for those who left their wildness

I’ll find me where the wild things are.

(Inspired by Alessia Cara’s “Wild Things”)