Imagine if Tantalus
A handful of water
Only to find
After all this time
It wasn’t water-
it was brine.
Imagine if Tantalus
Goldfish in my fist,
too slippery to resist:
A metaphor and memory
That foreshadowed a future me.
I couldn’t let it go, so
I literally loved it to death.
Remember simulated dementia?
Today was similarly insular.
Gurgling headsets, spiked inserts.
In an instant the list’s forgotten,
lead eyelids, ears stuffed with cotton,
So not ten seconds in, I quit.
Afterward, I read the comment about me
“The whole time, she just followed Joe.”
Forest Fire 04/23/2014
Thanks for the burn.
It’s not a brand,
It’s not who I am.
The letter is a lesson learned.
My silence had a name.
I never spoke it aloud
My self wasn’t allowed
To name it- my shame.
Then the time for testimony came.
I was anointed
No fingers were pointed,
It wasn’t about blame.
Cut the thicket then set it aflame-
From fertile ashes, I became.
Inspired by this excellent TEDtalk about vulnerability by Brene Brown.
super sloppy sonnet 04/17/2014
“Hello, my name is Juliet.”
This intro is inevitably met
With the question “Who’s your Romeo?”
Well, if you really want to know,
I’d be sincere, but truth be told
You’d much prefer a lie.
Growing up in Ohio I’d say, “I’m gay,”
But here no one bats an eye.
My friends prefer to call me Jules
Besides, I’m not really gay
I’m pansexual- pan means all, not kitchen tools,
So when they ask about Romeo I just say
You know, I’m not holding my breath.
I don’t care about Romeo: just Juliet.
And Not the Good Kind 03/02/2014
We’re in a mutual agreement
Not to seek each other out,
But they still appear
From under the crockpot
Like unwanted thoughts
In nooks of neural pathways.
Driven up the Hill by Bertha’s tunnel
It’s us versus the arthropods,
So don’t let artificial selection bungle it
like we did with antibiotics.
An army of insects resistant
Ratchets the creep factor up
Way to drop the ball, humanity.
Sweets for the sweet,
And fat for the fat- but first
You must deprive yourself of that
Which consumes you, presumes you
For decades produced by a sugary tooth
A preponderance of adipose,
An extra-large hourglass,
An outline essentially gendered.
You always played at transformers,
A desire aimed at metamorphosis
Into a mesomorphic flying V,
Flat, but not straight,
A stubborn shapeshifter
That only feels how she wants to
Unless the stress necessitates an undress,
A Sailor Scout transformation:
Height, weight, then gender.