It was a night of doing before asking
Of letting body lead Putting heart and head drugged and asleep in a corner to catch up in the morning It was a night of hands and mouths whispers and claws Of awkward 1st moments Of learning each other Of shaking It was a night that gives way to day Trickles from body with morning shower A night that gives way to Logistics Flight plans Traffic Mix-ups A night that gives way Winter 2014 Sitting in the corner of our upstairs sitting room. The epic of dad’s morning opera next to me. My feet encased in soft fur of UGG shoes I never thought I'd wear so much five Christmases ago. Wondering where I put that poster of the SITI Company. Home is a place I visit now but how good it feels when I do.
Clean House lines Completeness cut Letters of Invitation Winter 2013 What he should say is thank you
For being a comfort in my sadness a port in my storm a punching bag in my anger What he should say is you are wonderful and beautiful We are friends I care about you You are real bone and flesh thoughts and syllables What he should say is I’ll see you soon for a drink we can talk I’ll see you soon What he does say is nothing so we say the worst to ourselves You are nothing What he does say is nothing so we say the worst to ourselves I took what I wanted What he does say is nothing so we say the worst to ourselves You messed up What he does say is nothing so we say the worst to ourselves You don’t understand you stupid girl What he does say is nothing so we say the worst to ourselves over and over on repeat until our thoughts turn to waves of sound in the air vibrating from his lips to ours ears real and penetrating. Winter 2014 Compliments
Not that I need them Look in the mirror Look through your eyes Not that I don’t know Just having trouble believing someone else can see them Things at the heart of who I am Show on my face Spring 2013 Would my mind bare the weight of the knowledge of the thought of never seeing you again
Or If I saw you Never touching you again That is not being allowed to touch you again The way I want Run my hands through your hair Look into your face find what looks back at me Summer 2013 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
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