"We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air.
So we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. It is embarrasing that it should be so hard.
Look out the window in any weather. We ae part of all that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed.
- Ellen Gilchrist
the shedding of a former self
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
untitled
a scare
the edges of a bathroom
the sweet rhyme of a paper hospital gown
flattened, padded with everyone’s unease at your unease
let’s pretend to be honest
this is how you pretend it didn’t all happen
but it did
and now there is no going back, only forward
marching in place
one, two, three, four
this condition is not like dying or death
it is like a white flower
something to get lost in
something to bury the flesh of your desires
this condition is more like the guilt
you carry in your mind
like a schizophrenic
puffing up and pushing against the inside of your skin
except no one knows what their own skin feels like on the
inside
until it hurts
Thursday, July 26, 2012
random words that came to me while riding the bus
Everyone admires my boyfriend
because he gets stuff done
himself with no help
from anyone.
I've always been attracted
to that sort of man;
the one that gets stuff done
with his tongue,
his hands.
The scream in his throat
and the fear in his heart,
that's my man,
mine,
my heart
because he gets stuff done
himself with no help
from anyone.
I've always been attracted
to that sort of man;
the one that gets stuff done
with his tongue,
his hands.
The scream in his throat
and the fear in his heart,
that's my man,
mine,
my heart
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
5:30 p.m.
The office empties
and the sun
shines brighter
through the open window.
The wind
breathes fall
through the leaves of the trees.
A train caws against the rail.
A tree swallow calls out
to the clock that tick
tocks away time.
I finger my button
in a circular motion.
The time has come.
The time has come.
and the sun
shines brighter
through the open window.
The wind
breathes fall
through the leaves of the trees.
A train caws against the rail.
A tree swallow calls out
to the clock that tick
tocks away time.
I finger my button
in a circular motion.
The time has come.
The time has come.
July
The sun got lost today
This day in July
This day that is summer
This day in Portland
Everyone wears shorts
Or dresses
In the rain
This summer day
This day in July
This day that is summer
This day in Portland
Everyone wears shorts
Or dresses
In the rain
This summer day
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