My every day is balanced on the knife point of panic.
poetry
Because the universe is not obligated to tell me of your passing
One moment you will be hereand the next you will be gone.There is a line somewhere,as fine as spider's silk,that divides a world with youfrom a world without.I am afraid of stepping overthat near-invisible crackwithout even noticing,until I look backand find it has growninto a canyon. Photo by MARIOLA GROBELSKA on Unsplash
I want to talk about anime, not what I do all day.
I am the shadow of my motherhood.I am what comes after the stroller,so that you already knowthe shape of mebefore you've really looked. I am cast with the waking of the sun,and warp around demandsmuch bigger than the mouths that make them,stretching and shrinking as needed. So please excuse my melodramaticsand the volume of my … Continue reading I want to talk about anime, not what I do all day.
I am here.
So I've been on hiatus for... a while. I'm okay. I wasn't okay. But I'm mostly okay now. I've had depression and anxiety for a very long time, but there's always been a good reason to push it aside. To tell myself that I'll be alright as long as I keep moving. That I don't … Continue reading I am here.
A Conversation (Hyperlink Poem)
(Click each blue response to see the truth.)
Thoughts at 1 am
This is for the moms whose vacations were taken in the aisles of grocery stores, at the tables of cafés, in efficient trips to the shopping mall or gym.
Some Days
Some days I give so much of my love away that I forget to leave any for myself.
Thieves’ Guilt
my love, we live in a den full of thieves
A Safe Distance
There is a space between you and me that measuresthe exact distancerequiredfor a wild animalto turn from deadlyto cute. It is the kind of distancethat plays tricks on the eye --blurring harsh edges,leaving only pointillistic impressionsthat tickle the most palatable of memories. It is the size ofscribblescoalescing into sense,kitchen knivesmistaken forwooden spoons. Ours is the … Continue reading A Safe Distance
Only —
It seems to methat there’s been some confusion in the news, in the mediain the comments sections,and around the family dinner table about where to aimthe blamefor our every disappointment,every perceived — and rarely felt —economic threat,every culturally-dictated fantasythat failed to come to fruition. It’s the immigrants, they say.The welfare collectors.The addicts.The poor. But I … Continue reading Only —
