gummy o'clock
This week I tried something new. I've been having this creative urge to write and recite some more slam style poetry, inspired by Amanda Gorman, of poet laureate and inauguration fame.
Here's what I've written so far this week:
Monday- the first one, about the word damn-demic pandemic inspired by Megan.
Tuesday- about my curls drying inspired by Lorraine.
Wednesday- about the feeling of relief a week after the inauguration inspired by Cooper.
You'll be able to see/hear today's poem on insta later today. And, you can read it here first:
Today's piece is inspired by Joseph.
Gummy O'clock
Is it gummy o'clock? Can you taste the chew?
If it's before noon then, NOOOO, I text you.
If it's closer to 4:00 then, hell YES I'm there!
Ready to shake off the long week and for a minute not care.
Blur the lines of reality
float a bit, space out, and zone.
Giggle, chill, and munch in a world all my own.
Gummy o'clock comes with a text Friday
from me to you or you to me.
Together, alone we ingest THC.
I prefer it straight up without the CBD.
Sativa for me and a hybrid, maybe?
When the strain is Indica I have to say, "No."
In-da-couch is not a place I'd like to go.
I may talk a big game and pretend I'm a baller,
but I'm a wuss, a light-weight,
1/2 a nibble of a 5 mg or even smaller,
alters my state of reality a bit.
How about you? Wanna get lit?
Email me debbie@debbiemink.com and share some words, themes, or inspo for next week's rhymes.
All my Leopard Print and Lipstick 💋,
d
