My baby sister is in town. We went to dinner before the game. She is gorgeous and funny, she has no weight to her, everything in her life is very optimistic. She laughs easily. She is 22. I felt really old sitting across from her, and jaded. I am not as much as an optimist as I used to be. I am pretty cynical these days.
I may also be in a funk and the moon is waxing and around this time of the month I get sad and cranky. And none of my bras fit. And even chocolate doesn't satisfy me.
The poem a day prompt may assuage some of my crank-a-licious-ness. I'm to write a poem either about looking forward or looking back. Yesterday I wore a poem about how much of a klutz I am and I dig it. The poem, not the constant crashing into furniture.