If you think my handwriting is ehhhh and need help reading my shower poetry:
In the shower
sometimes
I rock back and forth like I used to when Arden was a baby and I was
waiting for the train
willing her to sleep
singing to her.
In the shower
where no one can reach me
or rush me
my body does what it likes to.
My brain too.
I can think at the speed my brain likes to think:
Buy dish soap
When is work extractive?
Did I make my dad the cataract appointment?
What would it look like for companies to bake in time for “above and beyond”?
When is “meeting expectations” the new “exceeding expectations”
and that’s a good thing?
My brain feels so good
It’s playing
Because no one is stopping it
least of all me
What if our brains don’t work
for us
What if we work
for them?
"What if our brains don't work for us / What if we work for them" Love, love, love. Thank you for all the nuggets of wisdom you've been sharing lately! Now I want to write some shower poetry. 🙃
Bravo Bree