January 27th, 2022/where the wild things thrive

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

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”)

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