Marathon
This is some bullshit
what the hell was I thinking?
go the fuck to sleep
PCOS: CLEAN EATING
I’m free
from bonds of addiction
from bonds of guilt
from fun accoutrements
that make a meal a festivity.
I’m free
dairy free
wheat free
sugar free
I define myself by the things I miss but I call it freedom.
Her House
She watched
As new life appeared
In the old dead house
She watched
As the couple held hand
Looking fondly at their children
She watched
As siblings giggled
Fighting yet united
She watched
As they made her home
Their home
She watched
As the husband drank
Wife pleading him not to
She watched
The playfights turn serious
With broken bones and relationship
She watched as the wife made mistakes
And the whole family breaking
She watched
As the head brought a gun
Quivering in his hand
She watched as the possessed man shot
The girl, the boy and his love
She watched
As he used it next on himself
And lying in a pile of bodies
She watched
As their beautiful home
Turned back to her dark one
Goldilocks to school
Kevin looked out the window
The little blonde lass bounced away to her nursery school
Her little green skirt swirling around her chubby legs
Her blonde hair tucked under a red cap
Snug in her red jersey
But he saw little goldilocks
Straddling away with papa bear
The large black beast of warmth
Ambling beside her on all fours
They followed the sly golden fox
Alert to the very hair to its glistening tail
The pink nd blue smiley walls
Behind the rustling shrubs
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PCOS: SWELLING
My body of water is the Pacific
a fluid flow
expands, recedes
a tide of discomfort
too small, too big for one pair of jeans.
Doctrine
I don’t believe in the god in the box
cramped by corners of predestination
elbow room cut by eschatology
hemmed by rafters splintering doctrine
God’s expanse is bigger than your belief
or your forked tongue of unbelief
and his ness is beyond accredited description
and correct Greek translations.
I don’t believe in the god in the box.
8
Across a crowded room
Our eyes meet.
I hear a thousand words
Pounding through my heart.
Rushing through my brain.
Across a crowded room
We smile.
I feel a thousand shivers
Dancing up my spine
Tumbling into my stomach.
Across a crowded room
We remember.
I see a thousand memories
Captured by my desires.
Singed with your rejects.
Across a crowded room
We turn.
I sigh a thousand sighs
Squaring up my shoulders.
Walking away.
hour four
in the house we’ve
visited many times
a different person
The china vases
are now all gone
the door in the hall
full of poetry books
the new owner wrote
It was normal to me
It was scorching hot
and it was mid summer
Mama and Papa had gone to the relatives
Leaving me under the care of Chris and Kirk.
Kirk was looking at his left
Not eyeing me
But he’s eyeing the hawker
who was selling ice-cream
at the side road
I kept pestering him about the graffiti on the wall
how I would love to add
green, pink and orange
on the male Asian Black Bear of his
He just glared at me
and sticking his tongue out
trying to show his annoyance
I skidded one,two steps
when Chris called from the front
“Stop, it. You’re gonna get tired”
Kirk and I looked at each other
and giggle were left out
so abruptly
“Where are you headed”
“So hurried
so enthusiast”
“I’m going to find the treasure
no matter what”
“O’ really!”
Me and Kirk both answered
almost simultaneously
Chris just shook his head
lightly
We are almost there
The pottery plants are starting to show up
‘20 more steps from here’
Chris was thinking of a rag doll to be played with
Kirk was admiring a cold, sweet and alluring milky ice-cream
and I was impatient to seat in the shades, away from the heat.