COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
By Jessica DePue

Creamy spinach dip
Too salty tortilla chips
My lips burn
I'm sleep working
Waking up to walk home
To bed unmade, its seductive design
Yesterday I drove too far for therapy
Disguised as a sympathetic stranger
Trained to understand whats ripping me
Trained, as well, to be there by appointment
So I've appointed her my thrown of graceless hope
Hapless grace as I hopelessly graze
Concrete pastures, cow on my key chain
Lights up and goes Mooooo
Flashing my new poetry book
Bukowski was a Leo, who knew to care
My Lion in a public storage somewhere
In San Gabriel Valley, loading up unmemorables
We paid too much to lock from collective memory
Last time we went packing we brought our pet feline
Don't ask why
An answer I'm currently forgetting
In process, we keep making rent
Making due re-inventing our personal Nobel Prizes
I award each day with a shower, re-buff
Shine my good luck harm of being alive