Wipe sweat from brow. It's easy to be fried at this time of year, and for someone who taught two sections in the winter session - one with zero to no holiday time off - and, well, you have Bryan. I'm trying and I think that was on my mind when working through yesterday's love letter, #VerseLove, day-12 prompt. I wanted to write Sisyphus a letter, but ended up simply writing a poem, trying to find humor in the crazy that is my life right now.
I'm trying.
And this week is trying.
And this semesters has been trying, but I'm doing my best.
Well, I Tried
b.r. crandall
For a while Sisyphus
was my wingman,
but he moved to Boulder last year
to pick seeds from his teeth.
Lives on Strawberry Mountain now
& left all the absurdity to me.
There are only so many costumes
a guy can wear to make
the hill more interesting
(& Lin-Manuel Miranda’s advice
grew old real fast). Not everything
can be a musical.
I knew I probably should call Job
(well, J.B., he’s been J.B.
since childhood when he,
like the others, didn’t show up to
my 3rd grade birthday party),
& I listened carefully, as
all his options had changed.
(We all know how that goes).
That’s when, I immediately pressed 0.
For a second, thought I got God
& my faith would be restored,
but it turned out to be a joke.
It was Odin & his crows. again.
“An eye for eye,” he said laughing.
“I'll transfer you”
“Hi, this is Loki,” the new voice said.
“How can I help you?” (oh, brother).
I told him about my day, my week,
my work, my life, & how I was
in need for a little more meaning.
The stupid bastard hung up on me.
& of course I called back.
I’ve been waiting on hold ever since.
