April 2013
1 post
March 2013
5 posts
[time] will come and we’ll find our way to each other, for life
and i will eventually get used to the beauty of your nearness
the comfort of the consistency
watering down the obsession i have for you
to pin-sized lumps in warm, home-style, soul food, soup
trickling down, warming the lips, the throat, pooling at the pit of the chest
dispersing heat that momentarily allows me to feel my insides
sudden awareness
of a space that’s always been there
now inhabited
coming alive
by a fist-sized trophy future
once perceived, [now] ingested
and made true on the inside.
these are the kinds of days where two showers are necessary
and sometimes not even enough
when you wonder if you’ve been eating more than your share
because you’ve bloated, and then you realise it’s the heat
and that you’re expanding
you’re pieces of matter after all,
even though sometimes you forget
it’s not pretty
to be in between two sizes
you’ve been here before
a nine year old
feeling sexless and free
only to come home to a mother telling you
that you need to wear something under your shirt
because your breasts betray the youth
that has been everything you knew
up to that point
and here you are again
wondering about the next shape you’ll take
it’s days like these where you try to escape your body
sleeping more often than usual
mind racing, impossible to pin down
to the one task you know you need to commit to
if you’re ever to leave this phase
you’re hot, molten metal
but your final form is still
peaceful, purposeful
solid enough to permeate
and to leave a mark.
the sun is testing you
and there is no way out of the heat
for now
to be enlightened, is to be lit
bright enough
to see through the shadow of the discomfort
emanating from the same source
February 2013
1 post
i feel like
a cup holder
a door frame
there’s just an empty space
somewhere around me
or inside
i’m something but somehow
not this something unless
you’re there to fill the space
i was made to keep empty of myself
to make room for you
in who i am