I see her walking through the woods. I dont know where she came from. I always come here to be alone. She walks quietly and hums. Sunshine and shadows make a lace caul on her golden head. She caresses leaves gently and branches stroke her hair as she passes. I follow her nimbly as a cat. She comes to the stream and sits on the bank. Her white dress pressed into the damp soil under her heels. I stand behind a red oak tree and watch her with my nails digging into bark. She leans forward on her knees and stares deeply into the quiet water. I walk up behind her without hesitation and slip a switch around her neck. She struggles very little and I let her look at me as she dies. I pull the the whip tight around her neck and it bites into her eagerly. Her daisy petal skin bruises instantly and I watch in fascination at how the slip of sapling sinks into her. She escapes her body quietly and leaves her last breath to the woods. I gently lay her amongst the reeds and she stares off at the sky. I sit next to her hip with my chin on my knees. I study her from her feet to her head. I memorize her flats, her dress, her earrings, her hair. I stare deep into her eyes and forget about the time. I touch the skin on her arm. Its cold and smooth. I pick up her hand and study her fingers, touch them to my mouth, taste them. They taste salty and like soil and like sweat. I look between her parted lips, touch her tongue. I pick flowers in the slanting shadows and tuck them into her mouth. I fold her hands together and put flowers between her fingers. I put flowers behind her ears and in her buttonholes. I dragged her into the shallow stream and watched the water part around her head and run down her arms and legs. I sat on the bank in her impression and watched her til the gloaming came and rushed me home.
macrocosm
Tree
swaying
dancing
under the white afternoon.
Wind
leading
whirling
under the blue forever.
Tree
rooted,
Wind,
transient,
World,
spins.
a tiny bit
night and day
are stitched together
with mountains and grass
and ticks of tocks
and calendar squares
sleepless hours
with unspoken thoughts
and dreams
that wake you up
who drugged my chocolate milk?
when I was nine
I woke up
one morning
lying sideways
across my bed
naked
legs spread
with no idea
how I got that way.
Except I
did
have an idea
and I was scared
and so embarrassed
and ashamed
that someone
saw me
inspected me
used me
left me
like a pile
of rags
without respect
to how I would
feel
or
what I would
think.
late night prose vent
Ive been mourning the loss of my best friend.
He didnt die
but its best if we dont talk
to each other anymore.
Things happen.
People change.
Love comes.
Life flows
and ebbs.
I havent been taking it very well
though.
Ive been obsessively
checking his twitter
and saying things
I hope he reads.
And thats not right.
Its no way to act
because its not
healthy for me.
Ive been driving myself crazy
honestly.
I am hurt
and I dont think its missplaced
but I need to focus
on the good things.
I am going to stop
worrying
about
what he’s thinking
and feeling
and take care of myself
instead.
I hope he forgives me
if Ive hurt him.
I understand about
the choices
people have to make
but understanding
doesnt make it
hurt less.
I just want to be forgiven
and heal
and keep
these
beautiful memories
of
us.
Vitamin D
Brighter than the sun
you, up there
and me,
just basking
and growing
and
shining.
Look how tall I am
and straight
and
strong.
And, you
the
brilliance
of purity
and
goodness
radiates from you
reaching me
way over here
and
still
I
flourish.
atoms
Im the tops of trees
scratching
the blue belly
of the sky.
Im the roots of grass
squirming
in the skin
of the earth.
Im the salt
in the sea
Im the clouds
in the sky
Im your breath
til you
die
