two things
1. that moment when you realize the two of you could never be
2. that moment when the bravery wears off and you start to hurt
25 Mar
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Paul Gaugin. Mahana no atua (Day of God). c. 1894
just want to curl up inside a gaugin painting and nap until this mood blows over.
Variations on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
a juice date. cartagena, colombia.
At the neighborhood level and at the school level, our most vulnerable students are vulnerable precisely because they are surrounded by adults who cannot cooperate with one another. Schools in the ghetto become schools of the ghetto.
Payne, 2008
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
In the heart of L.A. there’s a lost little girl with a head full of curls,
and the weight of the world on her shoulder, but her story is colder. Hold up.
All the men that she’s ever encountered have proved to be cowards,
misuse and abused her and bruised her with power.
Now her doubts getting louder.
And all her tears are building up, building up, building up.
And all her fears are killing her, killing her, killing her.
She don’t believe in love no more, no more, no more.
She don’t believe in love. No, no.
But I believe in her. (Yeah, yeah)
But I believe in her. (Yes, yeah)
Cause I believe in love. (Love, love, love)
And love believes in us. (Yes, yes, yeah)
14 days ago
I tire of being
nothing to nobody
Of the white space like white noise
anchored next to me in this bed
I long to be
some woman,
to some man
Some sweetness next to salt
Some soft invaded land
I tire of being
nothing,
right next to nobody
of lone breath
blending into nothingness
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