my curves are an ancestral burial ground my soft belly, a soft landing the shallow indents of my collarbones, a steady vantage point I am muscle buried in skin stretch marks, rivulets like a bird’s eye view of the delta at low tide I am a dermatologic wonder – adorned with all manner of speckles…… Continue reading
Tag: poetry
For Manchester
The ordinariness of a moment An early morning stoplight To my right, a Latin beat emanates from an open car window To his right, the heavy thorax of a cement truck slowly spins, It is warm already Each day its own slow encapsulation of a season East, the sun is rising The forecaster promises, another day ∞
Now and then I forget that you’re not here now, and then in the remembering, for a moment, I can’t breathe. I am working on defining a new now, and then I expect that the memories will soften, more conducive to breathing.
caroline ridgway 