Tongue up my spine
Coursing over my shoulder
Along my neck
Down Between my collarbones
Down
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Tongue up my spine
Coursing over my shoulder
Along my neck
Down Between my collarbones
Down
…
The cat looks so comfortable now
Cuddling on my husband’s lap
(It’s his turn now)
She stares at me
With eyes squinted just a little
She’s completely at ease
We love you, I tell her
Then I tell her
I’m sorry you couldn’t stay with your first family
I’m sorry your first human died
But I promise you
We will love you for the rest of your life
She resumes her grooming
Melted across his legs
Clearly, she is home now
Here, with us
And we are happy
December 19, 2024
They’re racing out from inside me
Extensions of my hidden things
Bursting from seed you plant
Sprawling ivy clinging to stone
Sunflowers turning to face the sun
…
There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three
…
Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
…
How about
Instead of throwing up our hands
Saying “Nothing matters”
We instead say
“Everything matters”
I ask myself again:
Why shouldn’t the way I live matter to me?
…
Press thoughts into me like fingertips
But explain to me what they mean
Shove feelings down my throat like cupcakes
But tell me what the flavours are
Invite me to the dinner table like I’m one of you
But show me how you live every single day
With the same humanoid shape
With the same language
With the same homeland as I
With your body comprised of the same proteins as I
With the same glucose in your veins as I
I’ll pay voracious attention this time, I swear
I’ll try really hard to learn
So that one day I may be able
To finally assume the shape of your thoughts
And learn to play your part
December 6, 2024
… But then
I think of them seeing me from the inside out
I imagine their mind’s fingers combing the strands tangled in my shallows
…
She’s dizzy, weak
She’s heavily wounded
Yet miraculously she stands
On shaking legs
Spitting bitter iron
Coughing, dazed, stumbling
With broken bones
Into arms of those who came
To her when she needed them most
The wet sand that cushioned her
When she fell so far
The sun that hid from her
In the cobblestone square
The moon that couldn’t find her
Sitting at her warm table
The snow that didn’t touch her
But saw her through that window
And the friend who could read her
Who could hear and see right through her
May be the only ones who really
Know her stories
Maybe that’s enough
After all, as this new day ends
She’s still standing
December 5, 2024
12:15 a.m.
A Daydream Aggressive
A Daydream Decisive
A Daydream Gently Ending
Today I reflect on connections
Giving love, receiving love
So many feedback loops
All precious, all powerful
All so very necessary
Like all things invaluable
Each with a secret expiry
Some brutal painful day
So hold them tight, cherishing
Until their inevitable dissolution
November 30, December 3 2024