The fogless mirror in the shower catches a cloud and for the first time, I cannot stare back into my own eyes while drifting into steam-drenched think. A droplet peels from the rind of the showerhead and I see my full self in it; upside-down, tiny. At the gallery, there are mirrors everywhere. A clay bowl reflects just in front of itself, and a boy … Continue reading 100/ exactly what we see
Not this last weekend, but the one before, the boyf and I broke up. I was expecting a shift, but I was not expecting this exactly. In the car, just before everything was different, I was thinking about showing him how I can jump now, thanks to the slow and steady work of physical therapy. We don’t normally go to parks together, so when he … Continue reading to be separated into fragments
Natalie came by today with fig butter and fresh figs. Abbie mailed me a beautiful wooden board for cards and photos. I walked down the stairs to retrieve both these things and I did it without a cane. My bedroom is the first room I’ve had all to myself since prison, and before then– well, I don’t remember. I met Dave when I was 19 … Continue reading splash
In this last month, I’ve fluttered so close to non-existence that I almost splattered into a rubbish pile of atoms. My therapist recommended against this. Through my days of silence and thought, she has gentle-pushed me into all manner of small companionships. My therapist says to respond to Owen’s instagram message. My therapist says to follow Di’s Instagram feed. To read Dinah’s blog. To call … Continue reading a cookie’d joy
My old apartment didn’t get flies: I used to say they knew it wasn’t big enough for them. This apartment has a tendency toward a buzzing, so I need to buy a fruit bowl with a lid or a net. My old apartment was a thimble with a magic wardrobe. My new place is a rainbow, and my bedroom is the start of it. The … Continue reading the buzz
It’s been a month since I dropped off the face of the internet, no, the Earth– and I’ve been thinking about that expression more consistently than almost anything else. A face is the part of the body that is presented to view or has a particular function, like the face of a giant watchtower clock, like the face of big-eyed Disney skunk. Is the internet … Continue reading i can call them flowers, if i want to
My feet fit together perfectly, like maybe I wasn’t a creature meant to walk at all. What if we got it all wrong? Maybe that’s why my hips slip and slide, why my joints smack against each other like toddler-kisses. This body is a waterpark of joy, though I think the doctors like to call it joint disordered. The arches in my feet remind me … Continue reading feet like bridges
I have so many thoughts about my new job that I haven’t known where to start. This post is going to be all about it and other every day matters– little to no poetics or heart ramblings– so this is your window to sneak away if you’re not into that right now. If you’re just reading to see what I mean about zooming with me– … Continue reading new job, zoom with me, etc
