Recovery

The Broken Easter Bunny

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From the chards of the chocolate Easter bunny and matzo crumbs come surrender.

The bunny was broken! Yet, he stood for sale in the window of Duane Reade with a noticeable gash. Maybe the store clerk didn’t notice that the confection had been maimed. It flew in the face of what we expect on Easter Day, this ancient rite of spring — garish hats decked with birds and flowers, perky marshmallow Peeps, and new pastel pumps. 

But then again, this was no normal holiday. Over the past months, humanity has been fleeing one another, only hoping to be spared from a modern-day plague. 

All at once, it hit me. Here was the perfect metaphor in a chain store window. It’s about me.I feel hollow and bruised like the boxed-in bunny. Frightened of slipping down the rabbit hole. My underpinnings have been torn away. I am fatigued from hoarding toilet paper and wee wee pads. Exhausted trying to figure out where this will all end.

All at once, the bunny spoke to me. “Yes, I am not perfect. I bring the parts of me that have been shattered and gutted to the full beauty of life’s experience. And so will you.” I stood dumbfounded on a painful Easter Day as I contemplated my broken humanity.

The Snowy Valentine

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I know we are not the same as when I came to my forever home seven years ago. Over the past year, my fur has turned snowy white. I blend into the pale comforter on the bed. My little face is wizened like a very old woman. I know when you look at me, you see a mirror image of yourself- your older reflection staring back, only through my still-loving, and devoted brown eyes. You do not hide or cover up my soft, silvery strands the way a humans does, trying to preserve the last shreds of youth. 

I have loved you more with each year that has passed. Old canine love is special—Each day is a precious gift as life fades away. I know you are taking more pictures of me. Even when I’m asleep. (You think I don’t notice, but I do…) You never complain about my many accidents. I dotry to go on the paper. I’m not able to stand on my paws for a bath, so you hold me in your water soaked arms. And our many trips to the vet—I perk up for those occasions so the doctor won’t worry about me. 

You don’t leave me alone nearly as much. I’m getting many more belly rubs. And you bring out my old favorite squeaky toys to try to renew my puppyhood When we walk outside you are behind me to gently hoist me up the stairs. Or to carry me. 

I don’t have to bark for you, my human. You are just there. I am your snowy Valentine. And you are mine. We are old dogs together. I wrap my paw around your hand. And there it will rest for the remainder of our journey.

You are my snowy Valentine

Passover- A Journey to Possibility

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Hurry my servant, you have been commanded to flee.

Along with 600,000 of your tribe.

After more than 400 years, you Jews have been freed.

Hurry, because the slaves are leaving fast,

Hurry before Pharaoh changes his mind.

Or your people cower and decide to stay.

Wear the baby pink toga,

With the flat, strappy Prada sandals.

You must pack light but look pretty.

Bring a vial of my hot magenta lipstick

Along with these gold coins.

Take my pearl ear bobbles,

I won’t need them anymore.

Pharaoh’s wife wept.

Here is charred lamb meat as a snack.

For you will need strength for your journey.

And pack some bread, although it is unleavened.

Do not wait for it to rise.

Pray to your mystical God for us,

As your divinity is more powerful than Ramses.

Hurry my slave, and take your plagues with you.

Your sickness, destruction, and death.

Take your wretchedness and stench of bondage.

Listen to me carefully.

You have been a faithful servant.

But you must leave the house of your birth.

Do not look behind.

Set out in the blackness,

Hurry, for you will be guided

By a vapor darker than the blackest shadow.

Run, into the magical unknown.

Believe, and you will find your way.

Go now before you hesitate.

And fear to leave the tomb of your mind.

Run, into the magical unknown 
Believe, and you will find your way.

Valentine Me.

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I want to send more love into the world,

Instead of throwing kerosene on conflicts.

To be a source of happiness to others and myself,

And have more empathy and be slow to anger.

To stop playing God, and realize I am powerless,

Against the forces of nature,

And everything else.

I would like to be a walking red heart.

Even with the knowledge that the earth is dying.

That rage and racial hatred are like mother’s milk.

To turn it all this over, like a plate full of discarded peas,

At the foot of a higher power.

Who might have abandoned his creation.

Or taken a long summer vacation.

Or is plotting some kind of cover-up.

I wish you a Valentine with white fancy lace.

I will pray for chocolate anesthesia. 

Ask for grace,

And that salvation grows.

A happy valentine
Valentine Me.