this story is being written
over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upwardthrough me
deliveringlife that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?
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i know you love me,
but it doesn’t make me
feel less alonesometimes i want to ask you if
you’ve ever been
swallowed whole by something
entirely separate from yourself
but something you know
was born inside youfermenting in the warm, dark
parts
expanding & shrinking
breathing
feeding
off of words & feelings
you don’t have names or reasons forsometimes i want to ask you
if there are parts of yourself
you’re not sure you can
controlbut
when i look in your eyes
unwavering
like nothing has ever made you
fear
your own mindi know you love me,
i know you will say
no.
i buried my bruises
in an unmarked grave
bouquets, hues of
blacks and blues and
greens
and as i recall each one
you’ve given me, i decide
it’s time for
a proper burial
i call you,
i call you & i tell you
my body has been shaking today
uncontrollably
like from my core
radiating outward to my
fingertips to my thighs to my toesi am vibrating
like everything within me is vibrating
& i feel it in my mind, too
& you say “embrace it"
& i laugh& i cry
at the evening news &
that video of quintuplets
embracing
each other on the kitchen floor
so full of love
without language
without knowledge
of this worldwhen i shake
my mind leaves me
& i wonder where it goes
when it goes
if i’m visiting
friends in other planes
with names i don’t know
who i don’t remember when i come back,when i come back to you & you
tell me to embrace it
embrace crying
embrace screaming beneath my bathwater
embrace being overwhelmed & not really
understanding
things i tell myself i need to understand
to be human
but i guess that’s not truebecause what do those babies
know? nothing, really
& they’re human & they love
& they are loved
& i’m a little more
conscious
of should be’s &
should not’s & should have’s
but maybe this is really
a beginning.
19 hours inside these yellow walls
and i can feel everything i had left
leave memom’s cheeks are sunken and sickly
she asks me if i know how much
a baggie costs; did she give you
too much money for gas?and you,
you are angry
and you scare the shit out of me.
i’m scared
i’m going to hate you, too.we are out shopping and
mom tells me she found
a needle in your desk drawer
as we pick out strawberries.i don’t know how to reach you.
when you shut your bedroom door
you shut me out, too
sometimes i fear your limbs
will grow into your bedsheets.i love you, don’t you understand
i love you?i flip through the channels at 2 am
and can’t watch cartoons even
though all i want is to laugh
because i know i will
cry insteadand i’m sorry, i’m so
sorry i don’t understandhow we can be from the same womb,
the same hands holding ours
as we crossed the street,
the same health ed class, the
same high school, the
same town, two different
worlds.it is the hardest thing to miss someone
who is still right in front of me.
there’s something to be said
for banging pots and pans
at two on a Tuesday
morning, the
dissonance of existence sounding
like gongs in the kitchenand our roommates
groan and beg
us to go
back to bed because
they can’t hear
our harmonies.
Be like the Earth. She doesn’t care if you love Her or think She’s beautiful. She continues existing the way She has always existed; She continues doing exactly what She has done since She was born. Some people revel in Her beauty. Some destroy it: they tear Her down and tell Her how She should be and try to change Her to meet their needs. But She does not change; She does not bend. She continues to be how She always has been. The streams that have always flooded continue to flood. The forest fires continue to burn. Droughts continue to dry the land. We blame Her for being herself, for refusing to change for us, and yet She continues on.
Be like the Earth. It is okay to catch fire– it clears crowded places and makes them clean. Let there be drought and flood to allow seeds to germinate and grow. The universe is inside you– do not fear these times. Do not dam the floods within you or try to put out your fires. Let them cleanse you, let them grow you, and no matter what, continue to persevere.
Be like the Earth: cause earthquakes in cities you never wanted built in the first place.
I was the ocean and she was the moon; pulling me in and pushing me away.
Running in Place
why are we always running
from this?
the galaxies behind
our eyelids. the answers
in our breaths. in-out in-out.
constant. steady. being.
there is a universe
within you;
why are you scared of
getting lost?
