[For your Tuesday: another romp with the inimitable Barbie Dockstader Angell thru halls where allegory & surreality commingle with wit & melancholy—enjoy!]
The fridge is stocked with Sadness.
The cupboard’s full of Pain.
The coffee reeks of Madness
and the tea is made from rain.
I keep a piece of Confidence
in the top left dresser drawer.
It’s locked up safe from Loneliness
‘till I make it to the store.
I’ve made up a new shopping list.
It has everything I need.
From Peace of Mind to a cup of Bliss
And Love that grows from seeds.
But I can’t escape the shell I’m in.
I just can’t seem to leave.
I’d really like to start again,
but I can’t get a reprieve.
They won’t deliver anymore.
They say I’m too far gone.
And I really can’t get past the door.
I think that something’s wrong.
The spice rack’s full of Bitterness
and the recipes call for a Smile.
I know one was left by a long ago guest,
but it hasn’t been seen in a while.
My Heart is asleep in the freezer.
My Joy is decayed in the hall.
My Spirit’s come down with a fever.
My teardrops are staining the walls.
I’m trying to capture a wish or two.
They were making a break for the door.
I’m hoping that they’ll see me through,
just ‘till I get to the store.
Barbie Dockstader Angell