Mini Meditation
most of my thinking is arguments / in the shower I said horsehair is dangerously sweet
those chestnut spiders just nibble through life / until clippers conquer that shaggy mane
it’s bittersweet, isn’t it? / a future paintbrush / a bowed instrument
probably down in Florida a nurse's daughter with a horse named Maple and a love for acrylic
went to www.KnowYourPaintBrush.com and immediately voted against art enrichment programs
in local government for the rest of her life / I tried to rationalize / tried to blame the horse girls
tried to convince my girlfriend as she rinsed the shampoo —
vegans would eat genetically modified chickens with a removed consciousness —
simply crown those chicks immobile and they are essentially plant based
she said that’s fucked up / a stupendous way to jerk around compassion
I know / I’m vacant-minded / ballooning with shit ideas / I don’t even eat meat
my angel garland / I hate to cook it / but it’s these bogus arguments that keep getting me in trouble
and lately I’ve been thinking about interactive death / a way for us to still play / still dance
place ashes in a zen garden / rake around sadness
but this hasn’t gone over well with the select few I’ve shared it with
and I really don’t plan on teaching my kids that grandma is now part of our home decor
it’s just a good image / no practical purpose / not even for conversation
just a northern bobwhite with fur instead of feathers
Rikki Angelides is a poetry MFA candidate at Emerson College. She lives in Boston, reads poetry for Redivider, and currently works as the Marketing Associate at Ploughshares. You can read her work in OCCULUM, Empty Mirror, and VAGABOND CITY. Find her on Instagram+Twitter: @rikki_angelides.