Monday, March 24, 2014

répétition

Unwittingly encased in my short story,
I didn't see the point of repeating
because I didn't know better than an old habit of myself,
but when I glanced out a window on a 28th floor,
I remembered to rock myself in the false silence of an island
of 1.6 million individuals packed in ice...

It's my way too.

Listening, feeling, living, loving, repeating,
I cannot fathom "without you," I mean,
asleep, that's sort of what we talked about,
but I find we are wobbling, well, we've fallen
and we are locked 
in separate news...

A life goal accomplished.

I am packing to carry around all the more,
maybe this time I will be intensely amusing,
well, packing all the more reasons
to carry around,
I mean, minus the formal introduction...

And I'm not a strange thing.

Can't I love? 
Are we wobbling?
I mean, I noticed that.

Listening, feeling, living, loving repeating
I didn't see the point of repetition,
until I lived in the nooks and crannies 
and spaces between 
"Hello,"
"I love you,"
"Goodbye"
and remembered that
sometimes you find happiness and peace 
with everyone who wasn't given their lines...

There's nothing quite like the original.

I mean, me, I noticed that.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Bubble wrap ("you")

I am dreaming of a taxi
and new and old ways to say things to you,
the one who once whispered,
“You kind of look like champagne,”
when I discovered bubble wrap stuck to my shoes –

Well, and so
we can dampen our priorities,
but then we would all be a lukewarm 55 degrees,
checking off the ‘friend box’ like a ‘like’ on Facebook,
losing that necessity of human collisions,
the feeling of danger and floating around --

So instead I feel very lucky
to think about all parts
of being the Madwoman,
unencumbered by narrow-mindedness
referring to the ‘have to know,’
if that’s even possible --

The answer is when I get back,
“you,” and “miss you,” and “glad you,”
how cool is just being able to be you?
I want to go about doing just that --

Otters hold hands while they sleep.
I want to write the events of life
as unconditional love --