Yarn

The table in the living room had a glossy sheen, popping out compared the brown carpet underneath
With a pattern I used to make believe they were oddly shaped feet,
and covering up early 20th century original hardwood flooring,

just a few feet over musty dirt

On the surface, the brown table had cabinets on either side
to house trinkets and candles and other homie items,

like VHS tapes that we watched over and over

Viewing as many movies as our eyes have blinked, the table's heart held yards of cat's cradle yarn

which we had recreated 100 times

One in every color that was available

Some, we attempted to assemble with three colors at once

Endless strands intertwining and forever bonded at the knot.

only to be shoved back into collection

only to later be cut into pieces or discarded

~Tina Meeks

The Nerve

 

I gotta admit, I didn't have high hopes.

I had high energy in the elevated state

when captivated by the possibilities

of our two halves pressed together.

The nerve I had

to think me special

above anyone else.

-that I could dazzle a person with a shimmer.

~Tina Meeks

You're Not So Good at Dates

 I'm sick of remembering and knowing full well

that I am not even the lowest rung on your ladder.

I'm merely a splinter you choose to ignore

along the way to the top.

~Tina Meeks

Oregon House

 

Thanks goodness there's no one around to witness

how I inspect places I go

for unclean surface and a missed opportunity

for disinfectant.

Maybe I'm not the only 

quirky person and maybe 

I'll never know,

because I am 200 miles away from home 

for no real reason and

love my solitude as much as I miss

my hand being held.

~Tina Meeks

Ponder The Response

 

You no longer have rights to my storyline,

nor do you have a right to see who I am.

I put my turtle shell of protection over 

my entire little world and

everything underneath

is a world for you to question.

You best believe, though, I

got a whole realm of freaking beauty

for you to wonder about.

And wondering is all you'll ever have with me again.

~Tina Meeks

Spare Change?

 Pink hues graze the rim of the horizon
The storm has passed and remnants remain,
like the less tangible breaths pushing the bare branches

Nesting between are the homes of unnamed tweets
Though they're visible on the tree limbs 
and as they burst away to flee the scene,
six buses have huffed by since my awakening today

Needless to say, the routine never stops even if I were to

There is so much action and play happening live

while I am unpredictable and discreetly running away

from most moments in close quarters

I would love anyone's two cents on the matter

and if I had a nickel for every time I

contradict my internal discussion and dialogue...

Well, I wouldn't want to waste the time on someone else's dime.

~Tina Meeks

A Sleepless Night

Today I woke up at 1:40 a.m. and it felt like it was 7:00 a.m

And knowing my anxious ass and hyper-organization

and staying on schedule for my own inner demons

with a schedule that doesn't exist

outside of the confinements of my skull, 

I wished it was 5:30 a.m

The moment I saw a form of light,

I processed that as, " daytime"

and instantly became awake mentally,

Which propelled my body out of bed

and trailing behind or other bodily actions

like, "oh, I actually have to pee"

And it's quite warm right now, actually,

thanks to the polyester pajama bottoms

So, those had to come off.

~Tina Meeks