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Thursday, March 31, 2016

She pointed directly on the map
To where we were 

Always an uptight woman 
I remember her telling us about how she vacuumed the hair out of her bathtub and made it sound 
To us, age seven 
Like the normal womanly ritual
If you were to be a good wife and all 

Little does she know now I don't even clean my house 
I pay someone else 

Things were said about how well dressed she was--sturdy and careful and always
Always always modest 
The bees were trapped in her dark forest of hair
And she pointed directly at the map
To where we were 
And said 
We were the Mother of all of them 

I remember sitting a little taller then 
Importantly stroking my jean skirt or fingering the red silk sash that held all of my accomplishments 

I remember how important we were 

__the cult that raised me 

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The panic 
Like a surigne 
Gets in the veins 

One thing can stumble unevenly foreward and suddenly 
Everyone has died 
There is cancer of the muscle 
And I am lost 

_anxiety



When we get this right 
It feels as though 100 people have fed me 

|| content

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Do not let all your edges spill over like a continent 

It will not make us better only worse 

_note to self

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Sometimes when I frustrate you
I see you

You cant help yourself but come up and out from your conch shell
You 
Always trying to paint it so you look so stiff and pretty and stuck together in all the right places 

I see your curved spine 
The pinch in your voice when you say that God is good 

You are right 
He is good 

But I don't know who it is telling me so

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

There was a storm of flowers that came from my birth 

I was a bulb

And if my garden only takes up this tiny part of the world 
I will grow the flowers to smell sweet
To speak loud in color 
To sing 
arms raised in the wind 

to praise Him 
You
soft like a pear

Be not surprised when the scars come easily and when waiting is hard 
When people try to take a bite from you
And you weep

I like the way it hurts you
And yet does not change you into
hard 
Fruitless 
Weightless 

__Let things weigh on you if they do




Sunday, March 20, 2016

You are a Forrest with a path 

And though you bubble up in me 
Large blocks of wood not yet carved 
The kind that hurt coming out 

Also from you I have found 
Among my lungs, my stomach
small 
Delicate
waterfalls that you've always known were there 

__my man

Sometimes that knife is so deep 
You need six pairs of hands 
To get it out 

Do not be afraid of family 
Be more afraid of dying 

_community
People can put a fire in your bones 
And can make living life 

Saturday, March 19, 2016

You are a Forrest with a path 

And though you bubble up in me 
Large blocks of wood not yet carved 
The kind that hurt coming out 

Also from you I have found 
Among my lungs, my stomach
small 
Delicate
waterfalls that you've always known were there 

__my man

It is like a jacket or a scarf

The face is where you wear your memories

Some people wear them in their spine 
If they're too heavy for the skin

Friday, March 18, 2016

Pigment

I am flogged with color 
I ask for more more more til i am drenched

It is like living on a slip n slide
springs fast incline 

The way I feel when my husband hugs me with his chin in the swing of my shoulder

__the thing painting does for me

Thursday, March 17, 2016

The summer of my Thursday
Was not your wisdom 

It was 
hands on my hands 
pointing my chin to your chin

It was when you had no mouth
And only ears 

The buffalo

Do not waste 
We were always told
Do not waste anything

Not the skin or the jaw or the bone
Not the carcass or the eyeball or the horn
Put it all to good use 

We learned it from the 
Native American Indian 
as he tore the layers apart 
Of all of the beast

He separated each piece as if it was gold
And tore the layers down so that there was no unforgiveness

He did not eat just the meat 
He took the beast
And learned to live 

In this way
Do not waste any
heartache 
Fear
Or bad decision 
Let this come into your path 
Like small or large solders 
Or as teachers you don't forget names of 
And 

Do not waste
Do not waste anything 

out


he found that with fire to the skin
he could get a temporary breath
O U T

I can only imagine him trying to scream and instead 
taking those knives 
O U T

we found them all over his room


--cutting
there are no secrets that you can keep from him

and yet his eyes
they are like water
he hides nothing of himself
he only offers it

he sits, stationary
when I run
so i know everytime i take a step toward him
i am getting closer
because he never moves

he watched while i fell on my face over and over
when i couldnt sleep for months
when i was bathed in truth and it fell off my skin like i was plastic
I think he was there at night hushing me
stroking my head
but I was convinced of demons and so
i didnt even feel his hand once

i was nothing until i was convinced he had found me
all of me
the corners i thought were dark are even light to him

he finally said
shh child i have found all of you

and still?
I said
and still you want to take me
all of me?
 kindly close to you?

he didnt answer with words
he just opened his arms

--real love

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

There are days I cannot write a word 
Because of the fear the closeness of all of this 
Cramped like an oyster 
Or a parrot with clipped wings 

These are the days I could write novels 
Your blunt sharp edge 
Just makes my soft look softer 
& when we come together 
There is a complete story
A full body
A whole

If I see you like this
Then I can truly see you
I may have missed you

If you had not shown up like 
Rain
And glass for the viewing 
And tulips 
Essential 

to this season


Expect and accept criticism 

It is the complimentary color of 
Praise 
For weeks
It felt as if a moth had touched every part of my insides with its wings 
This anxiety is like a child in the womb

All of this barely lets me sleep

Monday, March 14, 2016

do the demons cringe
when i tie light

to you

| I wish I could watch my prayers move from my mouth into the world
|| I would pray a lot more 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

I think I cried three hours straight about how you got broken as a child right in half like a piece of wood or a pencil snapped right into two I watched it happen when you needed your bones to be made strong and your mind to be quieted all they did was made them shake more and it has now come to this 

Sure you were always scared of drowning or of foxes in the woods or of cancer in your bones and we couldn't change the questions all we could do was answer them well and maybe we failed you there but we aren't perfect 

It's not like anyone meant to its not like it was anyone's fault really we are all made of glass and easily shattered we are all just trying to do what we think is best and what they thought was best broke you and now your mind cannot comprehend wellness and now they are here with desperate empty hands trying to find the shreds of the two sides of you and using all the glue and spit and tears they can find to make you one piece again 

I think they are even willing to carry both parts of you for the rest of their life right there
on their shoulders 
Because they are sorry
Because they love you
Because they don't mind how your mind is really
Even when you turn around over and over again
Your back to them • Screaming 
Because of back then when they broke you
And you never found a cure

--bipolar disorder and can it be created 

Friday, March 11, 2016

Light of God

I want to find where you are lying in me 
Where are you lying in me 

And if there is a way I can bring you forth
Teach me to share you well 


||even in this storm 

Thursday, March 10, 2016

"Do you wanna be my assistant?" He asked, "for the game?" I tell him sure sure and I said what kind of game and he said oh it's not really a game I'm just setting up this board and he turns with his felt tipped marker and finishes a drawing of a question mark with a large fluffy hat. 

When I first walk in he's standing there, the cape around him like a dress with a slit from the hip to the neck, he's clasping his hands together trying to decide what he wants from the menu. 

Finally I tell him I will surprise him and he clips the lid on the top of the marker, relief. Around his hand is a necklace with the shape of a cross on the end. He keeps wrapping and unwrapping it around his fingers. 

Outside there is a man the shape of a pencil, 
deep in a hospital bed, just laying out in the hallway like this is a beach or a sauna or something 
the beard of him grows long and hard from his chin, unkept like his health his brain his attire 
his hands knotted like a sailor, below his chin, asleep. 

A young man, around 26, yells at a cop and his assistant while he undresses claiming his mental stability over and over . 
I have found the things you feel you must claim loudly are largely not true. 

Like my brother who claims he is Jesus the Christ or a prophet how did it come to this

A old lady rolls by on a bed, with her mouth unlocked, open and wide, neck bent to the left as if frozen there. 

The nurse is rude no one told me his food would take an hour to get here so after 40 minutes I call 

He rearranges the furniture 
All three chairs in a row next to his bed 
I sit in one
I don't care 
He can do what he wants 
I love him and his mental illness if he comes with that

Before he eats he heads to the bathroom 
Flushing his ankle bracelet down the toilet 
An alarm goes off and the nurses barge in on him 
She yells at him telling him if he keeps doing that he's not going to get privileges and he has to leave it on his ankle and he says I know the bracelet is for me he tells her the anklet 
It told him to flush it 
Right on the side 
She says no it didn't 
And he says oh yeah?? 

After she leaves he asks me if I saw that how she backed down from him
I said no no I didn't 
He says it's because of the authority he has 

He lays the arm pressure bands next to each other like two babies 
Wraps the smaller one around his arm 
Telling me he's fine if he doesn't have the authority he thinks he does 
After
I tell him he has less then he thinks 
It doesn't matter he says 
It doesn't matter what you think

I hold onto parts of today like when I prayed for him to be healed and he reached up and held my hand on his head and said that is what I really want but after I was done it was the same confusing chatter but it's ok I don't mind...

You are never ready for this sort of thing
You sort of just put one foot in front of the other 
And document all of it
And praise God for the good parts 



Tuesday, March 8, 2016

I will take the sun 
With all of its fingers and hot breath

Let its hips and nose
push its way Into all my
shoulders 

It says to me
It is time 
To sprout and push up through this stale ground 


|| it is a way He loves me

Sunday, March 6, 2016

The gold within you

It happens with the first purchase 

You trade in a small chip of your gold for what you think is worth more 
We've all done it 

||for the world 

Slowly your gold is diminishing and in its place is a new collection of what we will call
Hoarded objects or
People that look good on us 

But you see now everyone who sees you touches the fabric you've bought for your body (clothing) and says how nice it feels under their finger tips 

They point at you and your abusive boyfriend from far away and say how classy you look together 
What great dance partners
You're the life of the party 

Youre hurting though 
Heart disease
because you've traded what once was your soul for this world &
There is just a small piece left 

Your mom
wonders if it's there still
They can barely make out the glow of Gold still in you 

|| if not for grace there go I
|| I still believe you will clean house soon enough 



Saturday, March 5, 2016

there was a little bit of conversation left 
in our coffee mugs

March 2, 2008

i love you even though you do not know


sometimes i feel like i am treading water
begging for sincere words the air i need

I bet you don't even know
you could make me feel like an olympic swimmer

Friday, March 4, 2016

E

I saw the divorce in your eyes
Your spine 
The way you bend over the counter to hand them your card 
Or respond when I ask 
"What kind of music do you like?"

"I don't really know anymore."

You study the earth, rocks, writing 
Just now finishing an essay on how you became a geology student 

You were the one that taught me if you want to write you must write everyday 
But you don't know that I know that even though you study rocks
You have none to stand on 

You have always been quiet these last 5 years 
But this is different 
This is like someone is twisting the skin of your arm and seeing how far it can stretch and you are trying as hard as you can to be

Straight faced

Your mom told me about the
Time you cried 
And the last time I saw her 
It was only a minute 
She reassured me how final her marriage is 
As if I let on somewhere along the line that I approved 

She said it right there in the salon as if I had asked her the age of her cat or where she got the brown eyes from


You are not afraid for her life
But for your own
You are grieving something you once believed in and now have nothing to write about or study for 

||did you know? divorce, it takes place in all of your children too

Thursday, March 3, 2016

I was

raised among the woods
I thought I knew the woods like I knew the shape of my eyebrows or the smell of my home the texture of my hair

But when I went back I discovered I couldn't even find the old places
Where Mark scarred the skin of a maple to write our names with a knife 
Where the hunter found us with branches  Where the pond used to dirty our socks and where Elyse ruined her corduroys 

Some trees have been uprooted 

The woods have changed 

||so have i

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

When they beat him
I stood in you weeping

Jesus

L

My boss noticed too
The way your tone carried your story into the room 
She asked me about you at the color bar 

It may have been about the time spent in Colorado and the way it left you without the horses, the pigs, the ranch

And every organ in you 
Empty and angry
He tried to kill you, you say
And point at the hair on your head, explaining how now we will have to cut it short because it falls out every two years 
Because of the poison he wasted on you
While you breathe

I think it is only the river that makes you happy
The base of your boat is the man in your life 
He carries you

The river,
Just the two of you intertwined as lovers 
He grabs at your finger tips when you put them deep in his skin 

He died, you say
In your basement after giving you a ring

I had To remind you about him
that a real man does exist 
After you say the man you are with has made you hate men
And I always ask you why your still there 
Hating him 
In your home 

You like that he talks back, 
That's everything

your walls don't respond with a voice and you say that yes you two will kayak together this summer
In the river
Where your voices carry across the water 
As if there is more 

But it is
The voice that comes from your bones 
The bones without water 
The bones without breathing 
The bones without blood 

I want to see you live
But don't know how to tell you

My boss noticed too
That you need more
That it will be at the right time. 



Tuesday, March 1, 2016

we may have found you

how do i tell you that you are still lost
last year
your body was so cold it took the hospital hours to bring your blood back to normal
after the nap you took for hours in the snowbank just behind the theater
the alcohol laying slumber on you like a blanket with its fists around your neck

now we haven't heard from you since last night
last night there was a snowfall
and all I can imagine is you
dressed in knuckles, skin dry and breaking
lying there
cold

___________

I have known at least three Native American Indians
who died this way

that alcohol can lay you down hard and fast
stroking your forehead no matter what the conditions

the one with the gray streak running through his black hair
 gave me an indian name,
"Wah-Bee-Go-Nez"
Indian for "little flower"

someone saw him, the sheet over his body
stretcher holding his frame like a praying mantis,
arms upstretched
offering his soul

the gold shoes, they were the give-a-way
it was him
and he was gone

___________

the rehab has called
"no he isn't here"
"no he can't come back"

you wont pickup
you wont pickup
you wont pickup

___________
 


--substance abuse also kills family
be still my ready answers
and let me trade them in for questions
so that your journey to success
has been your hands in the dirt
and not me watering your plant
along the way.

--you don't need me and i'm sorry if i made it feel like you do