uhaulin
the truck is on the way to tucson, carrying my mattress,
my clothes, my books, and my parents.
i am dogsitting. Leon, although recently neutered,
enjoys humping his stuffed animals. He brings the ruckus.
Penelope does not enjoy living at my parents’ house.
It is loud with dogs, construction, alarm beeps, workers entering.
She does not like the barking or the hammering.
I enjoyed some pool volleyball today, along with
learning some Korean. Most of the words I learned were not useful.
Ken taught us how to say tits and I want your pussy now.
He also showed us this really cool move that is sort
of like saying fuck you or sticking your middle finger up.
Rambo snores. We are both sleeping in the king sized bed
but he likes to keep his head on my pillow.
Hot Tub and popsicles last nigh, and the last hot tub sunday until Thanksgiving is tomorrow, the last evening in Nashville.
HOT TUB SUNDAY is a great thing that I will miss.
I already miss the old version, the high school version,
with rotating snacks, Deliliah soft rock, and mostly talk of school.
Penelope and I flying Monday to our new home.
We have a new couch, new chairs, new lamps,
new bedspread, new spatulas, new shower curtain…
Will miss all the green things in Tennessee. Where else
could I see so many beautiful crepe myrtles every day?
The drives here are scenic GREEN and Arizona is not.
Where will I get fried green tomatoes and sweet tea?
These are problems I must sort out, along with parking,
health insurance, yoga lessons…
Adjust I must. I have moved often, and here I go again.
I am glad it is for poems.
