rogers

I read somewhere
that today is cardigan day
in honor of Mr. Rogers.
This is not a poem,
really,
but I adore Mr. Rogers –
with his cardigans and his sneakers
puppets and fish,
his opera and jazz,
his kindness,
and his radical message
of love of neighbor,
even neighbors with different
colors, nationalities, abilities.
That soft-spoken,
ungainly man
is my hero

and today I will wear a cardigan.

*Note: Image from Smithsonian Magazine

The creature inside me growls
it wants to escape

I open my mouth to let it out
but instead it curls around my belly
and settles in.
It does not want
to leave me,
but is insistent
in its want of something

In the end I try to drown it,
but after all night at the bar
turns out
the damn thing
can swim