impulse ignition i wrote. poetry. for and about him. too far to speak. i metered emotion. off switch. flick. let’s live like there’s no within. like my heart un-heavy, my song unsung; desire to explain an… impossible. like, you can’t exist when everything died. thrown from bikes with never a tricycle. external perception controls inside. learning walk away without needing stand, weather pattern thought switch. erasing now. disappearances...
It’s just after noon in a small Thai joint somewhere in the east 30’s on the corner of Madison. I enter the establishment wearing a t-shirt with a typewriter on it appropriately labeled “writer” in courier print; a tipped Kangol hat; and a pair of men’s carpenter pants, cut to fall halfway down my muscular calves. It’s hot outside. The “shorts” once belonged to my second husband, and someone before that because they were...
Now that I'm finished sooking for five or ten minutes, there are many other more interesting and entertaining things that have occurred in between. For example, I field-tripped to Brooklyn a few days ago. There was live music and an eventual dance party in my living room. The evening concluded with nachos on the sidewalk around 1am. Oh and laughter. There was a lot of joy and laughter that day. Also, I recently roamed the Bowery in the summer...
alliance selection alone. at night. i have these feelings that he might inhale how i am. waiting for him. what i felt in a midnight way. what seems to be happening. assuming sure. unannounced uncertainties pushing me closer into what… i attempt. resist. sad looking… fools… they… try… to disguise. to put labels on how we whisper. hush… we say nothing. staring until it is through. scattering. elements of me. across day after. day...
Namaste blog tribe I still feel shit. The worst part about the crash-like low times is the literal sitting around and waiting for it to pass. It has to pass. One of my best friends killed himself in April. I never mentioned it in these parts because I wasn't ready, I'm probably still not. But considering that two of my best friends have now killed themselves over depression, in the past 20 months, I can't help but think of them both when I get...