Because the things I have to do are sea monsters lurking,my bed is lost at sea.On the boat with me is the weight of a grieving mother anddeep in the water a bell sings the story of her lost child. The soft waves of the music make it hard to move. If I lay down flat and close tight my eyes,I can feel the deep … Continue reading mournings
Nothing should autocorrect to suicide,and the soft tissues of my bodycould stand to be harder,and the rules of physics should applyto even the hard things of lifethat stack beyond the math of it.I like to ask everyone who livesin the future to tell me the truth.Does the soft of this body make it there?Does love? Yes, yes, yes, they say. Love is waiting.The soft survives. Continue reading but soft
My 4th grade teacher’s husband is color-blind,and together they tell us how, in the forest,he shows herall the hidden animals she loves,and only those. I knew even then I wanted that. I knew even then I wanted toforever-love a soul unconfused by the camouflages of life.A soul who sees every beautiful thingI’ve walked right past,and sometimes, but only sometimes, points it out. Prompt: What grown … Continue reading not a day for the beauty of my unloves
Another day with no poetry in my exhale,and if I knew what was good for me,I’d have gone out and found some,I’d have gone home and taken deep inhalesof cardamon and kitchen and bake. Another day with no poetry in my inhale,and if I knew what was good for me,I’d have taken a moment to breathe out,I’d have taken a moment to go out,and kiss … Continue reading if i knew
Here lies a poemI wrote only for me.May it blessin peace. Continue reading substitute day 25
The reality is I’d look like browned lettuce,wilted and inexplicably sweaty.My jaw would be locked from the exertionof fighting off everything I could not saythrough a day too close to strangers,under a sun that was not my own.I bloat when I’m away from home,and nothing fits, and I’ve never gone on a tripwithout having to shop for a new outfit.The reality is, I’d have nothing … Continue reading some people just don’t rhyme right
When the sun rises, my neighbor’s dog barks silently, spinning with noiseless joy. I love like this, too: heart-loud and surprised. Again and again and again. Continue reading today I read things my late-husband wrote
When the sun rises, my neighbor’s dog barks silently, spinning with noiseless joy. I love like this, too: heart-loud and surprised. Again and again and again. Continue reading today i read things my late husband wrote
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