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church.
you- face pressed against the breast of your oppressor blind eyes rotting out melt beneath your lids, the muscles atrophied from lack of use your voice gone hoarse from screaming absolution fear salvation -draw your strength from narcissistic weakness codependent you are mental patients not parishioners. drink from the cup of the pure blood dripping,…
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rot.
what if one day our hands didn’t match if, while walking they didn’t draw together magnetic what if your fingers didn’t recognize mine? what if one day we shared a seat without resting our feet on each other or my head finding that place just to the left of your shoulder that seems to remember…
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more meandering; 81912
russian spiced tea with a splash of milk and too much sugar, rickie lee is tinny through the speakers here, but i am too lazy to move six inches and put a record on. i wish it was raining (it just started raining as i typed that- oddly enough) babes tucked into cozy beds and…
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not quite optimism: 4-21-12
quiet and the day needs to rest bright sun and clouds crept low against my skin made it breathe in life and joy and fear that i kept down and pushed away change is the centrifuge keeping me from breaking into particles that separate are unbearable and small. i can trust this i think. no…
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I’d Depend on the Universe if I Was a Planet-Maybe
This is one of those nights when I think, I don’t deserve this. The kids were on their best behavior all week, not that we usually have any major problems out of them. Work is coming in, not enough, not yet, but it’s finding its way from unexpected places. I survived my first reading, made…