#EveryDayinMay - A Hot Mess

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I think I will stop planning my blog posts. Every time I do, life sneaks up and taps me on the shoulder, raises one eyebrow and shakes her head.

"Oh no," she says, "Not that. This. This is what matters today."

And she pushes today's special at me, shoves it in my unready hands, turning to wander away without asking if I wanted what she had to offer, before watching how I react.

* * *

Even then, when I realized the moment had come, when I knew what I wanted to write about today was gone -POOF- like a wisp of smoke, the tendrils thinning and fading without apology, I knew at the same time that she deserved more than some old poem I found on the internet and posted in memoriam. Even though I had some great ones. Even though those poets said what I felt with words so much better than mine could ever be.

She deserved more than someone else's words.

She deserved mine. 

* * *

The truth is

she was a hot mess

that filled up our days

with brown fur tumbleweeds

and late night

dashes through the streets

calling, "Daisy! Daisy!"

as she ran,

triumphant

in her escape.

Life with her was

a tail-thumping,

full-faced drool of a lick.

Soda cans went flying,

trash bags spontaneously

gutted, sandwiches missing

from plates left alone

one second too long.

A devoted foot-warmer,

couch potato partner,

vegetable scrap

dispenser.

A devoted friend.

There could not be

one second too long

spent beside her brown-eyed gaze;

the one she always gave me 

before gently huffing and

resting her head on my lap,

as if to say, "Oh human,

I love you

but you are a hot mess."

© 2014 Kelly Mogk