into it

it is so easy for you
child
you are so excited
and ready
and scared by what comes next
it is so easy for you.

you have been protected
and so you think
you always will be
and perhaps
you are one of the few
who will be
or who won't be
but will never need saving.
I hope you are
and I hope you aren't
because I don't want you to be boring.
I don't want you to feel half-done.

Promise me this.
Promise me
that the decisions you make
you never make out of fear,
that the life you create for yourself
is built on the things that actually matter.
I don't expect you to know what those things are yet
but they aren't necessarily what you've been told they are
except when they are
and it is up to you to know the difference.

because it is easy for you
child
it is easy
and it doesn't have to be
and you are lucky.

because it may not always be easy
child
it may be more difficult than it has to be
and you will still be lucky.

know that.

trust that.

and jump.

block

it's terrifying
the whiteness of it
the harsh
blinding
blank
that says
"you'll never be anything
until you kill me."

storm

this morning,
as the clouds gathered
and dispersed
and the rain pelted us
turned the air gray
I watched the sky move past us,
leave us standing still
running in the rain.
and I flew in it
lifted up off my seat
carried on the wind
somersaulted in the bleakness
over the hollow
hardened earth
bursting with water
and wonder
and bewilderment.
and then I was lowered down again
unceremoniously dropped into my chair
rolled down the road
and I couldn't see five feet ahead.
so I watched the water run down the windows
collect in pools
the children will play in this afternoon
splash the sides of buildings
and walkways
and lawns
with their joy
that they can manufacture
from our sadness.

in pieces, peace

it's cool today
and the rain is coming
a storm wider than the state
stronger than I
more determined
more intense
and I am afraid that I may drown
if I stand outside in it long enough
for it to wash away all that I cannot control
I may be taken too
carried away by the water
that pulls me under
rolls me in the current
carries me to the river
to the sea
where my body will bob
with the other fallen
drowned in Missouri
in California
and every other city
in every other state
that fears illness
and hooded sweatshirts
and being alone.
We will find each other
brought together by the tides
a human garbage patch
woven together
still bruised from the rubber bullets
and the ropes
scarred and cut
before we ever went outside
to stand in the rain
praying for it all
to be washed away.

the dream

She had hair like glass
and she stood in the church
before her congregation
and raised her arms to pray.

I watched her.
I watched her for a minute
before she was beside me,
behind me
and I turned to her
to face her
so I could read her expression
when she told me that her daughter
would be named for me
and I was to be the godmother
and her husband agreed.

And all the while,
a little boy
no more than four
sat beside me,
smiling
and wide-eyed
and never spoke a word
but was happy
and giggled.
His blond hair and light eyes
and the way he kicked his legs back and forth
as they dangled from his seat
were enough to distract me from the fact
that I had no idea who he was,
where he came from,
or that he did not belong to her
as I assumed.

And I felt so content,
safe,
and healed.

Until I realized the surrealness of it all
upon waking.

remorse for nothing I've done

I am not like the others.
I didn't learn about you
or your family
until it decreased in size
suddenly
and without apology.
I did not line up outside the church,
my feet numb against the December pavement
out of communal grief
and concern.
I did not lie awake
reading obituaries
out of morbid curiosity.
I did not write you -
send my deepest sympathy
to a stranger
because it was the right thing to do.
I did not cry for you
out of what I assumed you were feeling.

I am not a grief groupie.

I did those things because I remember you
how important you were to me
how much I respected you
cherished what I learned from you.

I did it because the wild dog that had ripped open my chest
was fierce
and knew exactly which strands to leave intact
and which to shred
nearly beyond recognition.

I hated it.

Because despite the fact that I could name the person in the box
had had a year's worth of cafeteria lunches with her
I did not feel that I deserved the grief I felt
could not lawfully claim that sadness that had built itself a home in my lungs
expanding with each breath
and then spreading through my veins
an incurable disease
that never goes away
but rather lies dormant in one's system
until a moment of weakness
a sad song
a sudden pain
sends you into relapse.

And I miss you
because I know how terribly I will feel it
if I find that I didn't tell you so
and we start this vicious cycle anew
again.

no change

daily, my
energy
falls off a cliff
effectively rendering me useless and
apathetic.
today is like
every other
day.

sticky

and I hated it
not because it didn't taste good
didn't fill me with an overwhelming euphoria
as I stupidly had expected
not because it was too sweet
but not sweet enough
at the same time
and that puzzled me
enough to distract me from the fact
that I didn't like it
it wasn't good
it wasn't satisfying
and I was yet again disappointed.
I hated it.

I hated it
not because it was so lovely to look at
so yellow
and bright
and full of promises
of sticky kisses
and sweet dreams
but only tastes like something from a dime-store
something that would easily entertain
and satisfy a child
but not me
never me
because I hated it

and I hated it

because everyone else loved it
they all raved
as their eyes rolled back in their heads
and they moaned in orgasmic wonder
at how something so little
and simple
could make them so happy
but not me

that fucking lollipop was judging me.

Chrysalis

two women
intertwined
their hands pressed together
together
they lean on each other
carry each other
stand still
love each other
and watch us sleep
intertwined
our hands pressed together
together

someday

Just once
I'd like to be
what you need
what you deserve
what you keep expecting
because this endless cycle
of forgetting your feelings
and letting you down
has grown tiresome.

And I just want a break
from being broken.