Piss On It
By Mushroom Montoya
When
the luster within me refuses
To
shine
Because
My
life feels like the dog of heaven
is lifting his leg
and peeing on my feet
Just
to piss me off,
I
remember what Coyote told me,
Far
more than once:
“Be
what you want.”
I
tell you, truly,
Hearing
him say that
Used
to piss me off.
“Piss
on it!” he chortled
As
he lifted his leg
Threatening
to piss on me.
“You
can’t stay pissed forever,”
He’d
say and laugh.
“So,
piss on it and let it go!
And
once the shackles of your agitation
Have
fallen to the ground
You
can, then,
Be
what you want!
Be
the kindness,
sweetness,
and charm
That
you think is missing.
And
then your luster will shine
Once
again.
I
glared
at
Coyote.
“You’re
ruining
My
mad!”
“Oh,
I would never deprive you
Of
your mad.”
Coyote
smirked.
“Wallow
in your dark hollow place
Stirring
up your wasted rage
Until
you see how much it tastes
Like
piss.”
I
had to laugh
And
then I asked him,
“How
can I get out of my self-pity pool?”
He
sat on his haunches,
Howled
at the moon,
And
then winked at me.
“Your
words
hold
magic,”
He
said in a melodic tone.
Leaning
close enough
To
put his nose onto mine,
He
whispered.
“Cast
a spell upon yourself.
Create
an incantation
To
change the woeful state of being
You
are exposing.”
“Easy
for you to say,
When
you aren’t drowning in…”
“Your
own piss!” he interjected
With
a gleeful grin.
“Silliness
will ejaculate you
Out
of your self-pity pool.”
I
burst a laugh
at
Coyote’s words.
He
dimmed his eyes,
Crossed
his paws,
And
said,
“Breathe.
Let
the emotion
pass.
State out loud
who you truly are.
And
then that is who you will be
As soon as you get off your butt
And
do to someone
What
you want done to you.”
