miga
When I visit home
and the plane glides over towns I look down, it's like the night sky in reverse
and I look for constellations in the road lights and trees.
The windows sparkle and the traffic flows like river
as cities play out below me like boys fighting dragons
My sister wears blue jean overalls with one side unbuttoned. Pants rolled up unevenly and sparkly flats. On top she wears a white peasant shirt. This is how I remember her from middle school. She had braces then.
She sat at her desk and took flight. As she put paper to pen the dust began to blow out in all directions, propelled backward by the momentum of her creativity. Ever so unnoticably slowly she began to drift up up up- but the phenomena went unnoticed. She was too busy making others fly.
My heart rattles around in its chest like a dry seed in a husk. Dry as the desert, dry as the sun. Skin blackened to a crisp, bones and teeth burnt blinding white.
I'm willful and strong and stubborn
I have to be, to stay away from you/ when all I want to do is hop on the next train to your house and stand there until you love me.
It takes a lot of strength.
Adoptions are a very tricky thing. Lately I've been reading about secret underground adoption rings that smuggle, kidnap, and murder in order to basically buy and sell children (foreign children especially). It's a horrible practice, yet most people in this country know little to nothing of it.
I orbit around your sun,
our dueling lights make the night shine brighter, i guess. But what we are must be more than that
I have to untangle myself, because you untangled from me.
Crossing fences jumping lanes i race to you avoiding the traffic that flies toward me ignoring that my heart is about to burst i race toward you my sneakers flapping laces untied the wind pushing me forward my hair whipping against my face everything i have everything i am moving to you
My belief was shaken after reading Job. How could God do something so (I struggled to say the word) cruel? The loving father I had been taught to respect seemed no more than a tyrant playing chess with the devil.
He became my teacher-
showed me how to be bold with myself, to be bold with him
and together we learned what it was like to touch and tease and pull desire from a single trembling bud.
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