You see… I’m slightly homesick.
Even though we’ve previously established I can’t really afford a ‘home’ anywhere, changing places makes you miss people. As much as I understand that, it doesn’t make anything easier.
So today I go to the beach and literally wash it off, because I’ve been working too hard to let one of my nervous breakdowns stuff it up. Not that I’m not a fan of emotional overwhelmingness, it’s simply a matter of timing.
Here’s another poem I wrote yesterday… when I wasn’t finishing up the final version of Act 1.
you used to(o)
Licking chocolate from hungry fingertips.
Spreading sweetness through dry kissing goodnights
in a grade eight kind of way. Holding hands without squeezing.
People complained about the noise.
Keeping secrets in the angry silence
of my inadvertent shield. Protected from something prodigious.
A high-heel strut that walks on whistles.
Newness replaced with outfits replaced with sarcasm
replaced. As in fallen in a rapid towering down kind of way.
My ace in a house of cards.
Pride over shines light
creating new shadows. With the consistent presence of gold.