Here, it rains even under full sun, each weighted drop shone through, cleansing. I’m sure of less than all I thought I knew before— how obvious now. I am heavier since the lightening, somehow gaining with the loss. Still I idle in the fractured glow, needing yet to be reassured. Later, the grass will appear… Continue reading Then Let it Rain
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One of Those
I long to be one of those women with the flawless fingernails. I can’t help but make assumptions based on their perfectly smooth cuticles, trimmed and even —a self-reflective metaphor. Unchipped, jewel tone paint colors, themed perfectly to outfit or occasion. I bet these women also have their beds made daily, and have appropriate resources… Continue reading One of Those
Elsewhere, Maybe
Movement creates heat so we lay, still as air, rooted as the banyans, propped and languid. There is only one consideration: How slow can you go — we adapted the game, a new kind of limbo. Minus perdition, which no one liked at the end. It’s easy to dismiss darkening skies from this angle, underneath… Continue reading Elsewhere, Maybe
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