#OctPoWriMo-Day 1: TIME



By Jesi Scott


I mix the cake batter first

-Eggs, water, oil, boxed cake mix-

While he puts the cupcake liners in the pan

And we discuss how credit history works,

And his friend who isn’t his girlfriend,

And music

While the bean soup sits on the stove simmering

For tonight’s supper.

The mix, now liquid, is spooned into the liners

And popped into the oven

And he discusses how upset he gets with himself

Over how he treats people

And how he doesn’t like manipulating others

And how he doesn’t like making people feel bad,

And I simply ready the icing materials,

Listening to the man-child sitting at the counter,

waiting for the timer to stop counting down

These perfect moments that will never stand still.


*For my Biggest Son. Enjoy the perfect moments. 




In an rare moment of unguarded confidence

I let a friend read my poetry.

” I learned something about you today,”

Striking fear into my soul.

I felt myself lock into place

Like a blacksmith’s hammer to iron,

shaping my resistance,

building my fortress.

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I found a list today

it was your handwriting.

Tossed into a drawer

full of other of life’s castoffs.

It’s been long enough.

For just a moment,

I was happy

to have seen it.

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Napoleon in a fur coat.

The work is not pretty,

but it must be done.


Someone must take responsibility,

and if it’s me, well

I will do what I must.


Hate me if you will.

I stand by my convictions.

I will do the dirty work,

the unenviable tasks.


I’m nobody’s hero,

just another hard-working joe

willing to do what needs to be done.


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My cockatiel is eggbound and she can’t be left alone.

My shower caught fire and I had to leave my home.

My Uncle came to town, though he’s been dead for seven years.

My allergies are awful and I just broke down in tears.

I saw a hairy  spider in the back seat of my car.

I have to help to skipper a New York garbage barg.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my first smoked cigarette,

I’m dreaming up a list of other things that I regret.

I know it seems I’m making up some silly alibis,

but I’m not.  I just can’t write today.

I mean, why would I lie?

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Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door…(forgive me Eric),

If you bake a plateful of ‘Welcome-to-the-neighborhood’-brownies and your new neighbor, appearing unusually gaunt under a black hooded robe, answers and invites you in…


-don’t go.

If he admires those brownies (as well he should) and asks you in to set a spell over a nice cold glass of sweet tea…


-don’t go.

If that little voice in your head says, ” But he seems so incredibly nice and he looks great backlit by all that white light… maybe just a few minutes…”

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-don’t. go.

If he says ” I know your Grandma and your favorite Aunt Louise. It would be so nice to reminisce…”

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-don’t go!

If you find yourself at Death’s door…

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-drop your brownies and run.

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My apologies go out to readers, the writer of the prayer on which this horrible little ditty is based, and my dog Doug who has had to put up with my attitude during this rather lengthy convalescence. Ivy



Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

If I should die before I wake,

I’ll say “ABOUT TIME!” for goodness sake.

I’ve had it with the heaving gut,

I’m done with all the disgusting stuff,

That seems to go along with this

little bout of gastric bliss.

So God, if you choose to take me now

I promise you my final vow

I will not bitch “it is too soon!”

or beg to let me be immune.

I’ll come along most willingly,

I can do it just wait and see.

Ok just kidding , but if you see fit

Feel free to end all this flu… stuff.

Thanks God,


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