Posts for June 16, 2022 (page 3)

Bring back the longing.
Bring back the sad.
Being back the things that make me feel bad.

Take me out of neutral.
Take cruise control off.
Make me make those who look down on me scoff.

For I wrote much better with sorrow within.
I could write dark nightmares to scare my own kin.
But now that those feelings that haunt me are gone.
I’d rather make dumb jokes and dance on the lawn.

Of what worth is the jester?
Of what worth is the man?
Who for a laugh would chop off his own hand
And then drink from the blood gathered there in the pan
While making a face that brings giggles to fans?

Blooms open, petal by petal, where we stand under this evening moon.

#americansentence 

I’m in line
To purchase a padded bra
One to fill-in and lift-up a coy cleavage for this chartreuse satin number
My tea length formal for a niece’s wedding

A niece Je n’ai jamais eu de conversation en tete-a-tete
A niece Je n’ai pas de souvenirs particuliers
A niece Je n’ai aucun lien de sang

It’s soft, the bra that is
No stiff wires or itchy lace badgering my scar
No putting up with too stiff poofs suffocating my gals
No fun for sure ~ this dance of falsies!

i found my sleep in the lost woods,
covered in thorns that dig deep
my skin lets out my juice,
letting my children suck my roots
until they sing songs of my weeping face — 
hoping thorns cling them into my breast,
so they could not leave me to my dreams,
which would crush
if they were found lost in the woods.

i swam through great lakes and rivers,
invading sharks and whales, swans and seals,
until i stopped at a log with joyful frogs,
and sung songs that made krakens weep — 
finally, the crocodiles came after me
and caught a piece,
letting my body wither in the sun.

i escaped my fate and climbed the great
mountain of death — reaching the submit with spears in my hand
and gold on my neck, i am mother to all children on land — 
kill me now, i dare you to lay upon me or my kin,
as they have grown in size and strength, 
and now we have come to win.

Lay down in the foul heat quietly
I have nothing insightful to say
About this deadened state of mind
But my body talks: purpled sunken
Skin like a nectarine gathering
Bed sores, you slice the “bad parts”
Off of me until you realize there are
No good parts. My stone heart is spat out
Collecting spirals of ants on the sidewalk
These thoughts reel though my core
Black and swarming and laborious

oily or too dry, uncooperative
hair—pimply skin & mangled nose
(or at least that’s what they say)—
sometimes a unibrow

my inherited stomach, home
to my organs & the heart
of all my emotions, short hairs
shaved down

faint, scarred thighs—my favorite
part of my body with knees
dabbled with light freckles
& blond hair

calves down to a wide foot
with joined toes—back up
to my arms & hands,
delicate & loving

this body, as it molds & changes,
holds the soul of a child,
pressed into the backseat with scraped,
rug-burned knees, looking at the passing world

*I promised my son he could post one more poem. 

Trees, have limbs, we have limbs,
but there’s something different between trees and us,
trees can be cut down, we cannot,
that’s why we need to save them,
so we must get rid of the evil people who are chopping down these
pure hearted trees,
and maybe just one day we will live in peace with nature.

Out my bedroom window
tires shush over six wet
lanes like arhythmic waves.

My damp skin revels in a
cool spot on the sheet;
I cast off the blanket too
heavy for tonight.

Over the constant mechanical
hum of the air conditioner, old
conversations play like mix tapes-
my own voice as foreign as the others-
about the cells that derailed
our lives, minuscule but
organized, early but
threatening, necessarily removed by
traumatic force.

I confirm by touch, the
swaths of skin that still do not
summon heat from blood flow, that
feel only pressure, not sensation,
over and around these
lumps that signify femininity and
are otherwise devoid of
purpose and pleasure.

I say
my gray hairs

are the light
getting out

where I opened myself
up to the world

and allowed my mind
to experience

new ideas,
so I radiate

hope.