Does love come in a bucket?

I really hope I have an ever-growing heart
because almost everywhere I go
I leave a little bit of it behind
and sometimes more

It's scary to think that maybe
all the love I've given away
to boys and men
to land and sea
to dreams and wishes
came from a limited supply

My father told me, "love comes in a bucket"
You only get a bucket's worth to give out
The more people and things you love
the less love you can give each one

He also believes in returns.

If he was right, then, I could love
Then when I did not love any longer
I could put it back in the bucket
And redistribute
The problem is, I don't give away the kind of love you can take back

Here's to hoping my love comes in a hose connected to the sea, and that it never stops raining

Down Memory Lane

In my town
There is a street
Named Memory Ln.

It runs parallel to Main St. ,
and intersects at the traffic light with Pleasant Dr.

It begins on 1st and while in this town it only goes to 20th St., it is rumored to go on  through the next county.

Currently, the potholes between Old St. and New Pkwy. are under repair.

Legend has it that it once connected to a large dirt road to the New World, but that turn has since become a junkyard.

Traffic is sually faster in the outgoing direction, so drivers must be weary when heading to the smaller numbered streets.

I do what I want

Today,
I bought a hat
'cause I do what I want

I blocked an entire traffic lane just to sneak into the next one because I screwed up the turn
'cause I'm wearing my hat and I do what I want

I ate a barbecue sandwich with hush puppies and macaroni and cheese and absolutely no vegetable sides
'cause I blocked an entire traffic lane and I'm wearing my hat and I do what I want

Today,
I did what I want
'cause sometimes it's just fun to
pretend 
that I do what I want

I wear my hair down

I wear my hair down
as often as I can

I wear my hair down
to impress a man

I wear my hair down
when I feel power

I wear my hair down
at the resting hour

I wear my hair down
because someday
I'll wear my hair up
and out of the way

As my children run
eat
scream
and play

Stress is something you wear

Stress is something you wear

It's a wrinkled shirt paired with a furrowed bow

Unironed complements 

Sloppy ponytail and sliding sweatpants

Both careless.

Ironic t-shirt with a matching frown

Get it?

Mismatched socks on hurried feet

Stop bouncing your leg!

Take off your clothes

And just feel it, don't wear it

Feel the expanding brain constrained in your skull

The sweat on your skin

Wretched pain in your unfortunate belly

And just breathe.

Raspberry Jam

I'm taking a bite from my peanut butter and jelly sandwich

(Well, technically it's raspberry jam)

And it feels good inside

Almost irresponsibly so

It seems almost sinful

I get so much satisfaction from food

But shouldn't the spirit feed from something else?

But hey,

lacking in love and romance,

This fills me

And I can be happy with that, even for just a moment

This is how I deal.

A passport

A passport

Stands between me and the rest of my life

I think of all the people who just stopped and thought:

This life doesn't feel right.

And so then dropped everything they had

Goodbye, so long, farewell, adios

Forever.

They drove into the night 

Jumped on a plane

Walked out the door

Headed for the hills

Reached for the moon

Ran off

Never to be seen again.

I could join them.

If it weren't for a damn passport.