To peel back skin and crack open skull to get a peek get a glimpse, what is happening in there, does it sound like mine, how does yours work? What about hers what about theirs what about
Mine is no good mines got bugs whirring and dark deepening, here do you want to see hold my hair back I’ll show you the muck I’ll play you the twisted tapes tell me what you think be honest, is it bad am I bad??
You’re biting my foot with slow approach and soft teeth tender a quiet nibble
Happy new yearssss c’mere you say
I'm cooking us a dutch baby you like mushrooms right I'm stealing syrup from your plate you’re offering to wash the big bowls and one day we are supposed to just …stop?
We're shooting hoops I want to practice my fade away I'm fascinated by how people can push something forward while their body floats back in space and I'm thinking i’ll never push you away but maybe that’s how it ends with one of those harnesses yanking me from behind like a Hollywood stunt into abyss or another soft cushion but not hard because if this were hard that would make it real
You remembered to kiss me
Fireworks, our motif
Good luck to us both
Im not sure
I want to know this world
Where even the most resourced
The Beautiful Ones
Fall to the wind
Where we’ve hurt Her so bad
She’s breathing fire down our backs
Bittered beyond return
Run but you can’t hide
She’s cooking out of control
Again and again she rips and roars
And twists and spits acid and dumps buckets of water in our faces she’s screaming STOP
HELP
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
We’re heading home
Me, and the crows
I bike west beneath them
Thousands of us
Strength in numbers
Time to roost, night is nigh
I peel off and wonder
What it might be like
To have a flock expecting me
Home by dark
In 2015 I bought my yoga mat
From the tj maxx on market street in philly
Thats a decade of mountains and rag dolls
Inhaling to lengthen
Exhaling to fold
Extending and twisting and walking out my dog
A decade of being told to give gratitude to myself for showing up
Of white women saying namaste
Of sweat, silence, flow
In 2014 my professor had a heart attack
She survived and told us all to start doing yoga now
Cardiac arrest seems like a nice quick way to go, if I get to choose…
Lately im finding that silent unity
Collective non-interaction with mirrored action
Is the safest way for me to be witnessed
Anonymous, but belonging
Each day I ask
“What would make this existence tolerable?”
And damn, do I love a good hot stretch
In a room of strangers
So again I unroll my dark purple space
And care for this body as if I love her