Posts for July 1, 2022

He was relic’d underwear—
Riddled with holes,
Stretched out of shape,
Stains of unknown origin
In colors of indeterminate shades—
Once cradling quite modest fruits

We’ve come to the end of June,
And I realized my vacation is ending.
July will fly by,
And August will begin
another school year.
Time is elusive and
Each day is a miracle.

That first class was 
scary, hot, and challenging.
But something clicked,
and it didn’t matter
that I:
      lacked a cool outfit
     was overweight
     struggled with balance

I belonged,
on my mat
in that community
which radiated
compassion, creativity, and acceptance

So I’ve stayed,
opening my third eye
stretching ligaments, tendons, muscles
expanding my awareness of the universe
exploring options,

wending my way home.

“June is my month to grieve-“

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

That boy was not supposed to die

And it wasn’t supposed to hurt this much

My aunt was not supposed to be the drunk

Running out of a burning house

My uncle was not supposed to be the arsonist

Our friendship was supposed to blossom and flourish

Not be cut at the bud, tossed and forgotten

We were set to conquer the world

Not be caught up in it

It was supposed to be like two years ago

When a teenage boy was still alive, and marriages were still intact, and we-

We were the ultimate duo.

“June has left me lonely”

It wasn’t supposed to be a prophecy

Quotes: “Dumb Truths: by Dumb Girl: vi” “existing as a day: ii”