the imposition of intimacy
Posted by ~ jamiegirl
afternoon into evening, still thinking about the imposition of intimacy.
a few paragraphs now… but these have been good days for music.
the world of writing can last all night, becoming morning.
I try to wonder about it before it slips away…
I wake up excited about anything… about dreams I can’t remember
I suspect that everything’s more complicated than I think
and there are a million little strings attached to every choice
wait in vain, for a phone call or a letter
or a look from someone to make it all right.
I’ve been taking baths twice a day, just to clear my mind.
a walk in the rain, the bookstore quickly, the hem of a dress…
mint in the cold air on the walk home… girltalk.
impossibly charmed.
standing in the kitchen alcove, drinking tap water….missing linoleum
one blue elastic, one green. another bath-wet hair in braids, to finish out these nights of writing.
at least three times a day, I have every reason to smile.
and i’m always, astounded by the people I love….
the way they hold my fragile stupid fears
blowing small bits of the scary off for me
and handing them back.
conversation hearts.
warm clothes indoors, typing quickly.
but it’s snowing underground.
grilled cheese, tomato soup
and just when I was starting to feel too indoors, the outside came in.
and I shivered in the sun.
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