A Poem for Dying

 A Poem for Living

How unused we are to wipe our own asses

How immoral it feels, in fact

To get out the dustpan

And sweep. 

Proof

 The scoundrel, trickster

An adult woman witnessed

And now the child is saved

Stop being confused

Save the child

 

It was way worse than I thought

The Seventies, I break

Spend the rest of my life fishing slivers out of my vagina

 

Precious slivers, we have conversations.

If you are small enough, you can see the whole world. 

I'm Trying

 I'm trying to see how little social media I can survive on.

If you miss me, just send good thoughts my way.

They've sold the house and are memorializing Dad next week.

I'm sure if you get in touch with my golden boy brother you can pay your respects.

If I get a chance, I'm going to sprinkle his ashes in the Seine. 

They Kicked Me Off of Facebook

 They kicked me off of Facebook

But this is still a place

Though it's a lonely place.

I went to the Pride picnic.

It was fun. 

Offer

 Codependency they call it

All these souls crowding at the door,

lost

 

There is a king who knows the difference

Knows when it's safe to take a chance.

On a light beam that extends into tomorrow

Knows when it's time to leave matter behind 

Saw a Video of Lucinda in Minneapolis

 Saw a video of Lucinda in Minneapolis

Like a good friend to the people

More healing balm

Part of me woke after a long sleep

Now what? A hug.

Skittish poems about the pain I felt

Wondering how to be a writer

If I cut off my left leg, am I a writer?

If I cut off my right arm, am I a writer?

How much sacrifice is too much?

I think you should only sacrifice if you believe

Mostly I want to live

Maybe it's just hygiene

The hardest hygiene you'll ever do

 

I want to live

Was given half a life

Like most of us around here

Predators all around

So many predators I can't think

Here's good company, traveler

I see the predators too. 

After

 After she saved herself, she was able to help mommy to see how she sacrificed, to help her forgive herself

 Not yet though..

The League of Selfish Women

The Family Mission

 

Too many highfalutin ideas

How to be a person

Do you even know?

At what cost art?