living
" if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.
if i am killed,
mangled and beaten,
for simply living,
" if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.
if i am killed,
mangled and beaten,
for simply living,
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
It begins —
This thing call Spring —
With sunshine and birdsong
Slowly infused into everything.
It begins with
Deep brown rivers gauged in viscous dirt roads,
As the frozen ground thaws and overflows.
I painted my nails blue
because I couldn’t think what else to do
to stop myself from thinking of you.
I didn’t realize until they dried,
it was the very color of your eyes:
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to long for the song of your mom
to stroke the head of your black dog
to live is to see the sorrows of others
to greet at the sound of your father’s feet
I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching.
you should be an image in stained-glass windows
the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday
while hymns echo in your ears, words
you've known so long you forget the meaning.
it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake
with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other.
how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars
and my face running away
up into the sky
The little boy
his little red raincoat
I remember my little purple raincoat
it used to feel so big.
His grandma
her black raincoat
trowel in hand
I remember my grandma teaching me gardens
midafternoon moon
deer skeleton
rummaging the burned dark remains of an apple tree
fruit thrown 10 feet away
one single alone deer
can't hear my sneeze
i wish i could walk with you
Hell is hugging the guardrail as you traverse the highway
Feet bare to glass and rust and stone upon stone
Limbs driven by the atrophy of snapping tendon
All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.