OCD

OCD-ING ADRENALINE, AGAIN

 

Good things come in threes

Shibboleth of a trinity

Three-step waltz

Or cha-cha-cha

Diagnosis of heart arrhythmia

 

Three times the charm

So they say in marriage

But how about

Three on a match

Three’s a crowd

Three beats to a heart

Not allowed

 

Numerology of three

Tarot Empress of cartomancy

Magical trio of music

The master key

Click your heels three times

No place like home

When will we three meet again

Stirring the hearts of bats

Drink now and then

 

Three beats instead of two

Beta blocker wants you

To be in step

Marching in two

Waltzing in two

Two hearts beat as one

When will I be done

Return to me my adrenaline…

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: #3 RWS Tarot, The Empress

BE PREPARED *

 

Two weeks gone, still packed

Unpack already!

Home

Hurricane

Might as well leave clothes

And stuff

In my backpack

Suitcase

Colorful luggage tags

I-D-ing me

In case I become a body

Floating around the swamp

Hurricane season ends

The thirtieth of November

Maybe I’ll unpack then

 

*Girl Scouts of America Motto (they prepped me a little too good)

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

OCD-ING FROM A THOUGHTLESS SENTENCE

 

In the space between the moment you say,

“You probably won’t like this but…”

And the actual telling of what I won’t like

A blink of the second hand:

I am crawling through honey

Tiptoeing past the angry bees

Avoiding the hell-bent-on-death lightning

Headlight-struck like a deer crossing a new highway

Paralyzed from a dirt-encrusted boulder tumbling

Down the crest of a craggy hill

Mushroom cloud sucking the oxygen

From all surrounding life

As I mentally stumble from the

Potential catastrophes

Your sentence awakens

In my imagination

I hear you, from an indiscernible distance say,

“I have too much to do

And can’t go with you

To the supermarket”

Does he do this purposely?

I ask my mirror image

Suddenly noticing the additional gray hairs

And rutted crow’s feet

Etching my aging skin

Signs that weren’t there

A minute ago…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)