Adriana.K.Maxwell
Slipping between sea and sky, stitching the blues together in splashes of foam
The rows of shelves, books upright with plastic coats, the train chugs around the children's room. There is real light and worlds to fall into.
The wind scratches in her ears as she leans forward to hear the guide's voice. Her phone is almost out of memory and she is sure that later, she will find better pictures on the internet but these ones are hers.
Falling apart without redemption, cracker boxes bobbing past bodies in the flood, black fingers sifting through soot, only nails left of the old bedside dresser, wedding ring left in the ashes of photos
Clam down in the ocean, anchored to the bottom while the waves rush by. Sifting only gently through sand, not speaking, not looking, just there.
How much is a place to sleep? Nothing fancy, just space to lay down? Just a place to drop down our bags before we, too, drop in slumber. A place to wipe off the dust of the road. There was no space, no space among the people, choked by all the breathing of the tired, so they lay down in the straw. And He woke to those who He created first, to those who never knew to wander.
The water drew back in little quivering squares. The fish flopped and the children rushed in to see, eagerly tripping over themselves to pick out rare shells just now uncovered. And then the water came back...
Too much is made of kissing love. To put your whole self into one person expecting them to complete you. We are told enough about finding your soulmate, that all it takes is a wedding to be happy. That is too much for one person to take. We are not told enough about walking together, of holding hands, of Walmart grocery runs, of calling each other on the way home. We are told that being single means being lonely, that you can't like someone without wanting to kiss them. They tell us too much of kissing and not enough of friendship.
Love means your calls are never silenced, they are there in the celebrations and the mundane.
My heart lays pillowed in my lungs, sometimes scratching against a bone cage, a wild thing, easily frightened.
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