My mother tells me that my soul is older than dirt
And experience has proven my heart to be
Stronger than oak
The only comparisons I can draw in life are tangible,
My body confined to the limits of the earth and its chemistry
But I know that there is more to me
I’m being fed through roots deeper and farther [...]
Archive for June, 2007
The Year of Corn
Posted in Thought on June 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Women Who Say They Felt Their Best in Their 30s
Posted in Thought on June 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I may never get to be
8 again
Or 13
But getting home from the beach
At 24
With big, wavy hair
And sunburn on my chest
Parking my moto and taking off my helmet
Spending a warm afternoon pulling weeds out from around my bean stalks
And basil
Wearing next to nothing and feeling completely comfortable
Taking my washed sheets off of the clothesline
Dancing around [...]
Chance
Posted in Thought on June 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Shaking as I pull up to a Walgreens at 7am
10 dollars and 20 minutes later, I finally exhale
Because the ghost that I have been talking to all morning
Has officially left me
The weight only a woman will ever have to carry
So careless to have left myself exposed, knowing
You won’t protect me
Physical Symptoms
Posted in Thought on June 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Your heart used to feel like a time bomb
Quickening as my body moved closer
Now it sounds like snow melting
One tiny drop at a time
Consistent and slowly
Fading
June
Posted in Image on June 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Determined
Posted in Thought on June 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Make me feel 8 again
Or at least 13
I’ll take youth in the color of sharpened crayons or the feeling a boy’s hand
For the first time
In mine
I could very well be a pinprick on a canvas
I might just be very close to nothing
In the grand scheme of things
If we aren’t purposeful then we lose everything
To the [...]
Something Like Faith
Posted in Thought on June 4, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Maybe last week will keep its place on the calendar of May
Stay separated in time by a Monday and a Sunday
Maybe your heart will be contained
Between an effort and a mistake you are too far into making
Maybe I will never shift from indifference
And this will all stay nameless
I love you like a child loves a [...]
