in the dark i lay body to body, a stranger to my bed much as the stranger in my bed who isno stranger, man whose breath i am able to taste when he’s awaywho for two years sleeps aside other in the dark sleeps asidethe child growing darkness of my heaving womb to his bare back…
Tag: back then
Week of wild roses
In the morning on the front porch in full white light of the sun I thought about patience and talked to the Mystery a long while. Sorta felt my worries burn off. Drank nettle tea because I had too much oatstraw this week. I studied Jesus the year I was 30 for a whole year,…
Some reason Choptank
Some reason Choptank’s been on my mind, ever since the island this morning. Chop was Fall of 2008. I lived there in a house built in 1848. That winter I had to wear double long johns the whole time bc it cost too much to run the propane heat. I lived w a recent divorcee,…
prayer, earth day
Cmm’onnn shut the fug up haaa hhaa sweet, sweet lord you’re kidding me honey honestly I get on here just to write somehow it starts out to you, again Cat bc this damn music you bring whaaaat?! and am laughing as I write this right now only for the tinge of tears in the center…
Every light on in the city.
Rooster calls right as we are hanging up I call him right back, it has been a year I am thinking since we spoke even as he’s shout scratchthroat talking at me and I am laughy in my body before we even get full conversation out, it has been even longer since me and him…
Reflection-Time! At the Waxing-Tide of Final Harvest
Well it’s times like these I feel so small and wild… I Canyon chill is a smile that comes in the place where there’s only room for secrets and strength, which is hope, just under the skin. I do not like cold but October Canyon chill isn’t the cold of dreary end it is the…
In the clutch of the moon.
The way the crescent moon cups in the center feels deep down in the hollow of my heart like this. Like yes for many days now I’ve been laid back in that very good place to hang out a while. Laid back swing– –that’s home, the east, the fall-changing leaves, the peeps and screeks in…
*Vintage Dada* September. Drug kids in the cool white sand.
*This post originally appeared on September 13, 2009, titled My First Time, on The Impulse Itself (2008-2013) In September the tourists went home, it all sort of started when Felix came in early August which was also the time I kicked Kevin out of the house for the PCP. This left us, Suzette and me or…
It happened every place we ever lived. I hated cleaning.
This little hobbit house. I can count on one finger the amount of times I have cleaned it, like scrub cleaned the way I was taught when I was a girl. When I was clean, like sober clean, almost two years, I had moved into my first place just for me, no roommates. It was…
The words
I don’t even remember what the words feel like when they move through my body anymore. Instead, I feel the memory of them which is alive in me like some vine whose roots are cement. The stopped growth is wagging in the almost not blowing air and can’t move at all in its base. This…
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