are printed in my poetry
I quote you
when I don’t even mean to.
I, miss, you,
and I don’t know
what
to-do
with
that.
are printed in my poetry
I quote you
when I don’t even mean to.
I, miss, you,
and I don’t know
what
to-do
with
that.
my unconscious self is
afraid of everything
falling apart. somehow i started to
believe that fear was the string
needed to hold everything together.
that
that tension would
keep everything in place. if
i just worried about it enough,
everything would be just
fine & dandy.
i didn’t know that fear needed me to survive,
not the other way around.
i didn’t know that i need change
like i need air.
to give importance to someone
to meet someone new and old in person
to have the time to really get to know them
face-to-face
spontaneous conversation.
when did connection become about a literal spark?
missing you
(though I don’t think we’ve met yet)
and that good ol’ fashioned lightning.
that we wait till goodbyes to spend time together
to celebrate what is between us
only in leaving
the power of a warm drink and an unlikely friend
feels like failure,
before you’ve heard the resounding gong of acceptance,
before the masses have called it a success,
so choose the things you would do regardless.
The washing machine did not come into
work this week
We thought it’d be an unraveling,
an undone
bundle on our shoulders
instead
it was a seam in solidarity
with women of past and present
a string pulling us back in time and across the globe –
however small of a tug a week of experience can muster
slipping out of mind
and into hands for
soap
water &
escaping pockets of air in
the wringing of crisscrossed fibers,
We thought only machine could do
this. Did we forget about before
machine? When we were merely
human at the stream.
The strength of our hands, women we are
crisscrossed souls
in the fabric of existence.
A cord of three is stronger than one.
An interweaving of queen, infinite is
the strength spooled through
generation and place knit into a powerful
shawl for all occasions.
“can i play with you?”
instead, poured water on us, until one of us asked…
“do you want to play with us?”