Your silence is my prison. I seek answers and validation. I won’t find them here with you. What I find instead is vacant, vapid air standing in as oxygen, Feeding my lungs with black soot until I cough up the corroded stain that was supposed to be Iove. Sometimes I wonder if love isn’t actually…
Month: May 2019
Best Friend
Comfort, noise, love. My best friend and my daughters… Together, yes I said daughters plural Because my best friend’s daughter is my daughter. Time is running out. I unfairly seek fulfillment in a friendship where a partner should reside. But no man has shown up for me…not yet… Not like my best friend shows up…
My Dearest Friend
Heaviness *sigh* Blood running slow and thick through my veins. Sitting on the floor next to my bed in this quiet room, time moving with no purpose. Your absence all but sealed. * Are we the cliché or the exception? Feminist tirades, thirsty Thursdays with flutes of bubbly, compassionate introspection and support, and shared poetry……
Ode to My Mother
My childhood can best be described as chaos…but good chaos. We lived in a one and a half bathroom house, which means six people shared one shower. There were three bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom in the basement, which means my sister and I shared a room until I was 13 years old. I graduated…
The Married Man
Messages…multiple a day. From suitors with rings on their fingers, Hoping for some excitement in their mundane lives. They don’t all have rings, but a lot of them do. * Meanwhile, the man without the ring, the one I want, Refuses to message me…isn’t interested. Able to get the excitement he wants from those not…
Time
Clock ticks, time continues It isn’t forgiving. All we have is this moment To acquiesce, to give in. So we make the most it, this moment. Working towards goals that seem abstract And quite trivial when we think about our insignificant dot on the eternal spectrum. So…we choose love, connection, parenthood, friendship To mark our…
Layers
Soft center, waiting for your caresses. Second layer, pausing, questioning, one eyebrow raised. Next, upright stance, direct-facing…what is this bullshit? Layer four, nothing adds up. Your actions aren’t matching your words. Layer on top of layer…nothing is getting through this shield. I don’t trust you…your projections are making me crazy. STOP Back to square one…five…
Trust the Universe
I once dated someone almost twelve years younger than me. In my defense, I was 34 and thought he was 27. He was 22 1/2 and thought I was 27. The point is, it didn’t matter. He was the best guy I have dated in my decade of being single…by far. We had an awesome…
Notes In the Margins 