Worthless Utterances

“Worthless Utterances”

–Amy Engle


Did I just hear the words I thought I heard?

Why do you need to say those things?

Do you know what they even mean?


You just heard them and thought you’d repeat them

So that you’d sound cool?

Poop and Intercourse.

That’s what those words mean.

If you need to use the bathroom, go find a facility to do your business.

As for your private relationships, keep it to yourself.

No one needs to know about your intimate dealings.

And there you go again, using words in ways

That do nothing to deepen conversations.

Go ahead and appeal to the Almighty Deity.

Those curse words are worthless.

Find something else to strengthen your discussion.



–Amy Engle


Are you done with that?

Okay, now where does it go?

No, not on the ground.

Oh? There’s no trash can?

Well then, hold on to your garbage

Until you find one.

Keep the world from

Getting dirtier.

You Don’t

“You Don’t”

–Amy Engle


You don’t like my hair?

You don’t like my cooking?

You don’t like my favorite shows?

You don’t like my friends?

You don’t like my interests?

You don’t like my political opinions?

You don’t like my religious beliefs?

Well, even though I don’t like your attitude,

I’d like to give you my friendship.

I’m the only person who likes

All the same things as me.

I’m sure that’s at least one thing

That we have in common.



The Status of the Day

“The Status of the Day”

–Amy Engle


The day is good.

Events go as planned.

Needs of the body

Are take care of–

Food, shelter, air.

It just might turn out

To be the best day

That’s happened in awhile.

And then it all changes.

Someone makes an

Overly snarky comment.

Maybe a distracted driver

Nearly hits you.

Or a loved one

Doesn’t reply to texts.

Is everything ruined?

Can the day still be salvaged?

A decision needs to be made.

Will it be the good

Or the bad that defines

The status of the day?

Depends on what you choose.

Can You Hear Me?

“Can You Hear Me?”

–Amy Engle


I AM speaking, right?

Can anyone actually hear my words?

Excuse me, but I was saying something.

The sounds coming from my mouth

Are far from random.

I put thought behind them.

Give me a chance, please.

I’ve already done the whole,

“Live in silence so that you don’t

Accidentally say something stupid” lifestyle.

Well, it stinks.

I can’t resist any longer.

There are words on my heart

That are desperate to come out.

My brain has figured out the perfect

Way to say how I feel.

The lips, the teeth, and the tongue

Are ready and waiting.

So why am I being ignored?

Have I died and become a ghost?

Now, I can be petty and ignore you, too.

But what would that accomplish?

We humans are blessed with

The power of speech and reasoning.

Let’s allow each other

The decency of using those gifts.

Expanding the range of science fiction–one speculation at a time.