The Shine Journal

Wanting…Waiting…Wailing…

by

Katarina Boudreaux

 I’m tired.
 I’m ripped.
   I don’t want to play 
   pick up sticks.
 
I’m stones and 
rolls and
   baker’s dough
   isn’t as good as
       the fix from 
       caramel licks.
 
I sneeze and
 wheeze
   why do I have 
   to please
       (there’s a wrinkle
       here, yes, 
       I know, my
       age in four
       eyes is starting
       to show).
 
Don’t touch
 that!  It’s
   alphabetized,
   not that, but
       still it’s all 
       mine and
       I want it 
       clean, pristine.
 
Share is 
beware for 
   I’m losing my
   hair and
   I don’t want 
   to know 
       about your day
       or how I should
       learn
       to play fair.
 
It’s for the
   birds, and I 
   want all the
   lemon curd;
   it’s tasty and
   fine and I 
       don’t want
       to see the 
       sun shine.
 
Stuff your
 pretty kid
 gloves, I
   don’t care
   about all that
   turtledove hum
   drum above;
       God it’s hard
       to let yourself
       be loved.

Motivation: The frustration of being a two instead of a one.

Bio: Katarina Boudreaux is a private music teacher by day, musician and poetess by night: http://www.katarinaboudreaux.com . "My work has most recently appeared in PANK, the Battered Suitcase, the Oak Bend Review. Word Catalyst and Calliope.  Originally from Louisiana, I hold a BA from TCU in Music and in English, but more importantly the present --  I reside in the vaguely hood of Connecticut with two cats and a city population of books."