We swing bar to bar until blisters plague our weak skin
I found you on the monkey bars between sticky fingers and swim meets I used you until we burned as hot as the humid pool deck Soft and supple we climbed our first wall I loved you As we got older in our years I covered you up You scared the boys I so wanted to kiss I’m sorry that I hid you Didn’t feel worthy of you You smell like summer and I love you Flex you proud Carry my boxes from home to Brooklyn Unwanted hands, eyes and comments in the dark are silenced as we say "Silence, don’t fuck with us" Protect me and I love you Beautiful and strong woman that you make me We will find our place in this world Climb our mountains in this world Fold yourself around me as we go higher Summer 2014 It hits us like rock roots rip bang trauma we split
Life We dangle by straws swing to get back cover cover Take cover We feast On lies and false prophesy of truth holds us down Leaves us panting Summer 2014 The man I will marry will be tall
We will have met by accident Known each other existed Felt each others presence at the corners As we pass each other Like Circles The Man I will marry will let me feel delicate and strong Both So I’m standing on my two feet His hand or arm or knee or body is just there to catch me on those Rare seconds I crumble The man I will marry will be quiet Not himself He will be loud We will make each other bigger than this city allows But I find quiet in his arms in my mind His presence finds stillness The man I will marry makes me angry We will scream and fight and bite and cry This world is harsh and you have to find someone that can battle it with you I want to wrestle the man I will marry I want him to win The man I will marry will kiss me and kiss me and kiss me The man I will marry will love me desperately And I will love him desperately I won’t believe that he loves me as much as I do Everyday life will be scary because he is in it and I won’t know if he will stay in it Summer 2014 Where do you want to be?
Do you think about it? When it happens will you hold on to whoever is closet hope that on the other side there is something Or hold yourself? Think of the ones you love Have yet to love Emptiness spreads a wave ripping up the surface dust brown oblivion in its wake If it happened now would you think about the future? All the things we didn’t do? Part of me would In the in-between think spaces of mum Jack dad Feel ‘Relief’ Spring 2014 I know its spring because I’m getting kisses
On street corners under windows in subway tunnels at the top of stairs at the bottom of stairs under sheets in doorways over sinks I know its spring because I’m getting kisses when I don’t expect them when I really want them when I asked for them when I’ve been waiting for them when I demand them when they are accidents I know it’s spring because the air is getting heavy and sweat is sliding down my back and it’s getting hot Isn’t it? Spring 2014 |
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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