Noodles: It’s cloudy, it’s Monday, I’m facing major life changes, and my cheek is swollen like a gopher...so, understandably...

...I’ve been feeling a little depressed.  Hopefully it won’t come through in my writing at all, but, you know, just a warning.  I really strive to keep things light even at the darkest of times.  To illustrate that, here’s a jovial little poem I wrote this morning.  It’s called:   

The Gaping Emptiness of Bare Reality

Or

The Worst Moment in a Human Life

Or

The Only Thing Worse than Death

There’s something distinctly horrifying,

A bleakness and an empty space,

Startling and unexpected,

Devastating, only because 

Of what’s missing,

Of what cannot be seen.

We remember, and so we expect, and

In expecting, we forget to notice,

And in forgetting to notice,

We open the possibility of

Opening our eyes and

Seeing, not what we expect,

But a void, 

a blank stare of a person we used to know

Who has forgotten us, 

A burned-out pit of the house

We grew up in, 

An emptiness that belongs to terror,

In the 

Empty, empty, empty

Emptiness 

Where there should be a

Toilet paper roll.