It was a toss-up, i saw you walking down the side-walk frantic about your hair and everything that made you look pale that day. but you didn't realize that in any color, you would be beautiful. I thought about holding... Continue Reading →
Warning: tears. This is an amazing letter, sharing it with my friends and readers is one of the most important things I will do on my blog, probably ever. Thank you, “Is it Level.”
Dear Me in Past Tense,
There you are, kneeling by the cardboard Barbie house dad made between jobs. You there, picking up the washrag upholstered furniture, aspiring to the talent to make a miniature couch out of packing foam, there are a few things I should tell you.
The first one you already know. That girl sitting next to you pulling the homemade plaid pants off of Barbie in favor of the cowboy dress is not only your sister, but your absolute best friend. You will be tempted to think you are in danger of losing her, but you shouldn’t. She is permanent.
The rest isn’t so clear. It won’t ever be. It doesn’t have to be.
You will feel like you are playing by a set of rules no one explained to you – sort of like kindergarten, when you couldn’t make the right handed scissors cut paper. You will correct yourself…
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Rhododendrons fit into my uterus,they are whale sizeso stretching and misshapen ovariespush out like peninsulas.They feel full,they’re like knucklesand I can’t wait for the smell of popcornto fill the house—after this countdown,tick-tock digital clockof microwave oven andthe soft butter over all. I... Continue Reading →
Hands are tiny.They dart in the lights,smokey with drum beatsand smiles.Hands are tiny.They find their way to the sunthrough burning ashesand the spoils of summer.Hands are tiny.Hers rests on the shoulder of considered happiness that doesn't rememberthe lyrics.Can't sing along.Hands are tiny.Yours... Continue Reading →