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[super raw]
Diagnosis
“you’re a bit young for this,
don’t you think?”
she asked,
gently placing the needle
in my vein
She asked this like a mother
looking at a daughter in high
heels, awkward, the right
shoe size but
the wrong body
I simply blinked, staring at the tiles
overhead and said, “Yes”
the test tubes filled with blood
right size, wrong body I thought -
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Next to Godliness
In school, we learned
about the saints -
the eight year old girls
whispering about their white
dresses in line for the practice
wafer, were each given a placard
of St Agnes, patron of children
(You see, you only become
a patron saint, never a patroness.
And so Agnes, aged twelve, was
the patron of children)
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21st Century Myth
21st Century Myth
I wake and find myself
an hour later, picking
pancake batter off my fingers
and scrambling for the last one,
reading arts reviews, sipping
coffee on a day ordained
super sunday in my country,
where again, I am
where still, I am though
this dream seems to have
mixed and mangled with
another, I ( Read more... ) -
Breaking the Ice
leaving the city
i felt an old
familiar silence -
though i was hungry,
i did not want,
though i was lonely,
i did not crave -
drinking in the changing
landscape from brick
red to evergreens,
altitude climbing,
air shifting, ears popping -
change, it seemed, was enough.
it came back to me,
comfortabley, like an
old friend returning a
nickname from ( Read more... ) -
Teaching
today is my first real teaching day. i am going to ps 54, a 50 or so minute commute from my house via two buses. praying i don't get lost in eastern queens. i am going to plan a residency teaching yoga to second graders. the program, LeAp, uses teaching artists and arts classes to teach academics. i'm not quite sure what yoga connects to in the ( Read more... ) -
Finding Home
Recently I have found myself wandering the halls of nostalgia - not yearning, simply observing. From finding a (really, lovely) bracelet from Ian to getting an email from a junior high classmate, I am seeing my simple evolution. Or rather, all the ways I have lived. And lately I have been recognizing the part of me that works towards a home and is ( Read more... ) -
Steele-ing Back the Party
I go through phases with politics like other women go through with male celebrities. Some people have TomKat and BradGelina, I have the leaders of the House and parties. Well, okay, I'm not fanatical, but it is something of a gross hobby. What's the opposite of escapism? That's what it is. Indulgence.
Important note of philosophy: I think ( Read more... ) -
Dendur II
years later i returned
having lost my way again,
this time by spinning
in circles, staying in
one place for too long.
there were no talks
of engagements or any
other jubilees i would not
be partaking in, just
the light buzz of dusty
track lighting and the
duller murmurs of tourists
in March.
outside the great windows
the world was struggling
to renew ( Read more... ) -
Fictionous or How I Came to Love the Establishment
Before the dawning of the age of Barack Obama, I used to try to humanize the president of the United States. Coming of political age under Dubbya was an interesting experience, one full of apathetic whining and secretly hoping that Ralph Nader and Ron Paul would form the ultimate coalition. Don't try to tell me you didn't think of the possibility ( Read more... )