Raw and Retching

This is how I welcomed in the new year. About 7 pm on New Year's Eve night I started feeling a little queezy, and a half hour after sensing the first signs I said hello to my dinner. Again. I'll spare you the gory details, because trust me there are plenty, but what I'm trying to justify is why God thought it would be a good idea to give me a 24 hour stomach flu in the first 24 hours of the new year.

I'm generally an optimistic person, so I'm hoping this means 2013 can only get better from here. I don't see how it could get much worse without anything really tragic happening, knock on wood. So this is my justification: this flu was my body's way of literally getting rid of all the bad from 2012. And I was more than happy to flush it all away.

So with that spirit in mind, I'd like to welcome in the New Year with my newest poem. This is the last remnant of the last year that I still need to get rid of, the last of the "2012-funk". This one is titled "Merry Christmas, babe, I bought you a watch":

Merry Christmas, babe
I bought you a watch
Because your old one wasn't really working out
And I know you want to keep it
And figure out a way to make it work again
But that would just take too many hours
And minutes
And seconds
That you can no longer count
Because you need a new watch

So let me be the little birdie to tell you
to part from the past
and try something new

Something new that can count every moment
That you're thinking about someone
Other than me

Something new with and LED light
that works
So when you finally get the nerve to take her out for a night
You can see how much time you have left
to enjoy her

Something new with a stopwatch
So you know how fast you're going
And maybe you should slow down
And when your time runs out
Don't worry, it's waterproof
For when you breakup with your next girlfriend
In the rain, too.

A little birdie told me that sometimes
You need something new
I just never thought that little birdie
Would be you

But I still have this watch
Sitting in the back of my closet
In pretty paper and a bow
And I never got a chance to give it to you
Because you decided to let me go
Two weeks before Christmas

But don't worry, you'll get it soon
Cuz you desperately need to work on your timing
So you don't break up with your next girl
On your 6 month anniversary
When instead of ending
You should be dining

So I bought you this watch
And I'll give it to you
Leave all this behind me

Because I may have bought you a watch
But you bought me time
Because now I don't need to waste
Any of mine
Thinking about you.

~Kat