I hope you can find a day When you can wake up And dance on top the sparks of chaos For no other reason, Than the striking of a mood. Not for being alive, Not for the fiction of should, And not as a matter of pity porn. The morning may be cool, The skyContinue reading “Wake up Dancing 💃”
Listening to a true crime podcast, Because I never want to be too comfortable. I think of the criminal, so called, And wonder what they would feel if their family were victims? And then, What would happen if children, Before school became a burden, Were asked to sit with uncomfortable feelings. With a simple question,Continue reading “The Lessons Missing”
I don’t think anyone I worked for Would ever quite get, The reality, as messy as it is, Of this body. The poop-splosions, the stomach pains, The migraines and hot flashes, Lawyers don’t get that close. But I am coming, Tough in inexplicable ways. And I am ready to bust that world open.
Maybe it’s because I remember my grade school janitor Bernice was unpolished cool. Maybe because I’ve made so many messes in hospitals. But I always aim To bring janitors joy. Have you thought about what they do? Yeah, I know, Even more rare is the thanks.
They semi-rhyme For a reason. And even the hardest work Should not crush your soul. Persist at the tedious, but watch your equilibrium Because, when it’s off, a bell will chime. Listen. Work can be hard, Don’t let it be deadly.
The orange leaves say fall Against the night The nibbling chill and rain scream October. My mind, blanketed by that scream, Reflects. I was broken 12 hours ago, Hopelessly exhausted, And exhaustedly hopeless. But 12 hours ago, Is no more, I slept away 12 hours ago. And the music woven in the darkness is profound.Continue reading “A Script Yet Written”
Witnesses are weird things We see in moments of chaos, But our eyes can’t rotate 360° The messages within and without our minds Fill up our senses, And scrambled them. So we remember people and things Details braided Inseparabley merged Melted chocolate and marshmallows and Graham crackers, Even split, everything is everywhere, Nothing is justContinue reading “Your Eyes Are Not Lying but…”
My vision, My memory, Is not reliable. If it alone Is in the witness box. As is every memory, As is every pair of eyes. But if you prop them up with a family of decent evidence. They set, And grow roots into the world of truth. But don’t bet the deck, Before the rootsContinue reading “Isolation”
I was told, To advocate for myself So that I can learn on fair footing. And I want to, Sometimes I do. But a woman with a disability Who advocates is A needy, bitchy, manipulator Even in the most liberal eyes