October 31, 2011

• Sucktober the 31st

  It’s the last day of Sucktober. Good riddance.

  I’ve heard it tossed around a number of times that October is the worst month of the year. I think it beats out February only because the latter is shorter by three whole days (except for this coming one) and it has that lover’s holiday that lies just about smack in the middle of it (aka eat-black-noodles-with-your-other-slowly-depleting-single-friends day. I meant to say that the number of said friends are depleting, not the friends themselves.)

  Although it might be safe to say that I am depleting.

  My resources, my resolve, my resilience… my ability to make sound decisions and stand by them… my ability to stay at school until I finish my work (I run out of here as fast as I can nowadays. Crazy, eh? Times have certainly changed.) But to be fair, it's not all Sucktober's fault. But nonetheless. I will persevere. And. 

  I can’t wait to say goodbye to Sucktober.

  So follow me on this spontaneous dirge to the month that threatened to suck the life out of me and you (because I’m sure Sucktober sucked for you too. It’s like a natural law.)

  They'd say that "thirty one days hath Sucktober," but you
  Would stay around forever if you could, lurking
  In the silent spaces of the night, clinging to the haze 

  Between darkness and self-pity. You broke the branches
  Off my friend’s dogwood tree, broke the spirit of
  Philosophers and teachers and friends and students and 

  interrupted the power in my sister’s entire apartment complex 
  For two whole days. Not to mention how you left me shivering
  In my own apartment. In Virginia. Because of you, Sucktober, the vistas of

  Shenandoah will never be the same. In you, I saw the 
  Culmination of my weak decisions piling up into the weakest one of all,
  And in the buzzing of my space heater

  I did not care. With your passing I will also let slip 
  Memories of angst and unhappiness at a too-soon, too-sudden snowfall,
  And the fears that I might not make it to the next break.

  I prayed for you today, with my family of girls, thankful that I am witnessing your
  Dying gasps and hoping that I will remember that you weren't all so bad
  And that when you roll around next year, we can pass as acquaintances, 

  Cordially, with as minimum eye contact as possible.

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  Ha! And with a few deliberate line breaks, it looks like a respectable poetic elegy. (Note key words.)

  Good riddance, Sucktober. Smell ya later. 

  
  

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