Tag: Life
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good morning, Belguim. (november)
they left. everyoneeveryoneeveryonehas left. i’m numb,i can’t be sad anymore. the hiccuped tearsfind their closure. in the deepest of subconscious knowings- isn’t this what i wanted? somehow, it just doesn’t feellike what i wanted. the abandonment is the adhesive-blinders on. novemberdims the skies, for fairy lightsand other worldly realms. now is the time, to write the book. i begin. one thousand. two thousand… words… time,now measuredin cafe…
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October
tears keepspilling from my eyeslike monsoonin october night skies. i check the wound periodically. it was healing before, why does it look a little infected?i bandage it back up. train station interceptions, phone calls that shatter. a karmic seed now joins meon parallel life/death lines,“pull yourself together girl, you’re late for the show.” a pulsating cry, “i want to go home.”himalayan hills, tibetan…
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golden hour pacific northwest coast (postcards from canada)
they want me to be someone i am not.somedays i can play,somedays i cannot. i think they love me lesswhen i cannot. if i could, i would. but i can’t. i am so so sotired. i think i would like to waitfor someone who sees me as i am.the sunshineand the moonlight. is that alright?it was alot to lose.…
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burrard inlet (postcards from canada)
i arrive, granville island. my hair is down, long blonde hair softly curled. pops of undertone baby pink peak out from the bottom, whisperings of “i felt sad and needed color.” i’m dressed in my favourite dress, peachy pink with floral blues.i even do my makeup too, soft and subtle, but intentional. a pop of glitter white in the corners…
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West 4th Avenue (a reprise)
baby boyi filtered myselfi’m not sure who i’m protectingbut i went a little too easy on you rooftop partiesmade to impress. you know,you didn’t have to try so hard. i’m not on the table for taking. truth isyou pissed me offthe way you looked me up and downi never felt so fucking objectified, humiliated. the way i had…
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