“You need a hobby” he says“Something you like to do”And there’s privilege in that statementIt hits me sitting here on the floorCutting out my hair that’s clogged the vacuum cleanerMy postpartum hair that never stopped falling outIt hits me as I rip the clumps of mefrom it’s roaring mouth To the maddening sound ofThe latest …
Like seasons we drift closerthen split.A cold front blows through middayand I didn’t pack a coat.Turning to face the sun,I realize blood is not thicker than water.for your presence leaves me shivering,amphibian and cold. Of all the rooms we sharedthe womb was my favorite.Our starting line was the same,but where we finish will be miles …
It stands to reasonMother Earth never intended for wildfires in their heat and their rage,to be the main attraction. For it is their ashes,the fertile by-product,that will feed new life. Likewise, then, my heartas it swells upand into my mind,is building new channels,new awakenings,making forestsout of my pain.
Let your lifetime erodeyour superficialityyour weights and measuresyour black and white thinkingyour duality. Let your body return to dust,not of the Earthbut of the starsSo that when you are born again,they will measure your sparkle,forgetting the cold, meaninglesscounter scale in the corner.