Reacquainting

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I've been feeling very down lately. Probably because summer has ended. Probably because I cannot find my mojo. Probably because every time I turn around someone is getting divorced, going to the hospital or losing faith in... everything. I wish I were making that up, but it truly has been a rough couple of months. Times like this, I contemplate getting on meds, getting off meds, training for another marathon, moving or writing a book. If you know me, you know that all those things in that list are directly related to my happiness but that none of them have provided long term relief. 

I also think about the past when Fall hits. This causes me to miss lots of people that I see via social networking sites but rarely get to "see" in the real sense. I long for detailed conversations on comfy couches with coffee or wine. Or both. I need those conversations of review, laughter and relief that I simply do not get here.  I need to talk to friends who can look past what I am saying and see what I mean. Hopefully, that day will come sooner than later. 

Meanwhile, I have been looking through some of my VERY old works that I realize some of you whom I've gotten reacquainted with in the last three years may not have seen. While you may not care about poetry, you may care that once upon a time, I made you famous. At least among my readers back then.  If you knew me as a kid, you may find yourself in these words:

Kitty-Kitty

Honey suckle, Leon's leg, fireflies, school uniforms and nuns
World of Disney, airport waiting, Speed Racer and cap guns
Sitting by the speakers, sleeping in the station wagon
Detailed Christmas wish lists; think of all the fun we're havin'
Lunch boxes, a game of jacks, Keri Cox and Hubba Bubba
Elvis and the Cassidys, sweet Chuck Miller and the others

Hey kitty, kitty come out and play
with the girls from Willowbrook Drive
It's Alicat girl and her Half Pint sissy
Let's make up for lost time

Skateland, sweet tarts, Funguns and tight jeans
The Flippo brothers, lip gloss, feathered hair into the teens
Best friend cheerleaders, brother on the prowl
Moving to the suburb school; though we appreciate it now
Rainbow dances, Jesus Christ, a pastor's son
summer camp romances, we couldn't be outdone

Hey kitty, kitty come out and play
with the girls from Willowbrook Drive
It's Alicat girl and her Half Pint sissy
Let's make up for lost time

Career tracks and auntie hats, parental wedding and some funerals
Stupid husband bag of tricks, but hope would spring eternal
Sassy-classy photo shoot, a leap to Music City
a nip, a tuck, a wink, wink to keep you looking pretty
A Con-man birth, a mother's worth, Romania, a bomb
Apology, a friendship forged; has it been that long?

Oh kitty, kitty, come out and play
with the girls from Willowbrook Drive
It's Ali Cat girl and her Half Pint Sissy
We got lots of time
We got lots of time

(originally published in April 2000 on pennyrene.com)


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