D.

An excess of imprints.


From the docks of apathy 

  feet too big for

  shoes 

  suspend from ends of legs,

  bound

  by frozen lake.

Nuisance: the universal mistake. 

  

d.

"won't you come on home? we'll test the flying machine, and we'll go where you want. we'll sail the seven seas. "

Whatever home is, i'm sure it embodies some particular state of being: an old speed of breathing, a sense of unending experimentation, a  forgiveness that makes your hands smell like soil, as if  you were gardening - quite like the breath before a sun-kiss.

I miss the me I was with you, out in the front of the school, with my red scarf tied over my head, helping you with your lines, pretending to be in a play. The me who decide that when i die i'd like to be burned and then buried under a newly planted tree.

So, all there is to say now is -  fuck you. Fuck you and all we've been through, friend. You've been on my mind these past few days. And because of that i am grateful and blessed.

   (my memories of you are memories of being alive. alive with young innocent hope.)

all my love,

mandy

D.

Let there be light. 

 (a fast write)

Let there be light forever spraying from your feet and eyelashes. So that in your being you may see clearer than you do (clearer than most).

Let there be light to wash those corners of your mind you hide from. To shine and remind you that they exist differently from how you remember. That they breathe good sometimes and that the soot coating your teddy bears came from the days before we found you.

Let there be light found upon your fingernails. The kind of light that increases life and all pure love. Light that could provide you with the bravery to be alone in a healing unfamiliar happiness.

Let there be light erupting from the memories you find that lace your skin. Release the light so that it may release you from her abandonment. 

You love her. You will forever. I promise.

She is your darkness, but, if you'd let (- oh please darling, I say so because I know) she could be your light. 

A.

cheers from my library nook to yours. 

D.

a.

we wept together in that dark room. and i knew then, that this is far greater than friendship. 

d.

Bring me your leftover Jello,
              and I'll refrigerate it for you.

Bring me your morning mouth,
              and I'll loan you my toothbrush.

Bring me your uncut hair,
              and I'll cut however much you'd like.

Bring me your tangled mind,
              and I'll help you roll it into a ball of yarn
          
             from which you can knit yourself a hat
             to wear when you are out (and it is cold).
             Where formation is demanded of thoughts
             and opinions are only strong if static.
                          But:
                               when you come home
                           there will be a peg for you
                        to hang your hat alongside mine.
                     So both our tangled minds can drink tea
                             and breathe deeply in an
                              unguarded authenticity.