Twist and Pout


My joints itch.

My ankles, my knees and spine.

It doesn’t matter how I twist, stretch or pop. They itch while my body begs for rest and ease and my mind races with ideas and curiosities.

I want to go to JoAnns and Target and walk and gather for creation and ingenuity.

But I’m too lazy for that. I hope for sleep and maybe a new day will help for a fresh start.