I cannot remember the time our skin was ever one.
When the tightness of your pores bleed in my name.
I was cast in your image yet no reflection perceptible.
And suddenly — hair tangled, cast in a crown of distress for the fruit of your womb.
Three times you denied me, and I turned my cheek;
Faced the demons I knew I would see.
Outcast and lashed by your tongue.
And in my resurrection
I would deny you too.
Readily.
The worst Email holiday – cyber Monday
I can’t handle my father’s problems
Overwhelmed by noise
Underwhelmed by people
Practicing seeing in the dark
Losing sense of your parent
Controlling a cat
Rent control – or uncontrol
Fishing with socks
Murder in elevators
Dreams.
How much are you willing to believe their interpretations?
Dead visitation
Lost friendships – who is supposed to matter? How can you tell?
Is it worth my time?
Obsessions (quiet, space)
Screaming to get rid of stress.
Do I cry too much?
Doing it with Everything you have. Say it, mean it.
Pride.
Forgiveness.
Alone.
Old.
Prude.
Lost.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Don’t want to go to work
Don’t want to see anyone from my family again.
Paint.
Sing.
The Culture of Water 