Tuesday, October 27, 2015

On Loss

It is hard to handle loss;
invited or otherwise
she hangs on my t-shirt like 
the grimy fingered 5 year old I used to watch on

Sunday nights.  When his mom went to her 
meetings so
she could be a better

She demands my attention,

pulls me one way then the 
I can't resist her watery eyes,

the fierceness of her tug.

I want to watch tv or
put dino-bites in the toaster oven,
or anything else.

I swear it will be the last time,

no more bounced checks
no more dried macaroni on my second-hand jeans:
I'm getting too old for this!

Yet somehow it is Sunday again,

I pull up to the house, let myself inside
they see me

Monday, August 24, 2015

If Nothing Ever Changes

I have had the pleasure of raising a critter, of petting her soft belly and praising her for peeing in appropriate places.  I have loved long and hard and given up on things I shouldn't have and fallen again.  I've done my best making a home in a place where I was told would 'never really feel like home.'  I have ridden bikes and laid on the grass and the sand and been burned in the sun and came back to do it all over again.  I have lied and behaved cowardly and confessed and smiled and fallen again.
For all these things, and if nothing changes, I have lived.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Like the Fox

I want to write about how lousy this week has been and how my throat has been so sore that I can barely speak above a whisper and how it was so hot in the apartment last night that I started sweating immediately after my shower, and fuck, I live in the valley now (kind of).

But then I see this quote on someone's Instagram (sorry, I should have read it in a book) and get rearranged AGAIN:

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.


The 'manifesto' goes on to say some pretty strange things like, every day do something that won’t compute and  Love someone who does not deserve it and Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.

But back to the fox.

Can I be the fox?  Am I already the fox?  Are we all foxes at some points in life?  I like to think so.  If you could look at a map of where I've (we've) been I'm sure it would be covered in tracks, probably most in the wrong direction.  I guess this doesn't necessarily have to be bad.

Regardless of what you hold most dear, resurrection is typically a rejuvenating thing, right?

Monday, June 8, 2015

The Unexamined Life

It has been so warm outside today.  I walk my dog less than a mile and start to feel the beads of sweat forming on the skin above my heart, absorbed into my cotton shirt before I have a chance to awkwardly shoo them away.

I have noticed almost every piece of trash between Magnolia and Chandler (to my disappointment, so has the dog), the abandoned repair shops, the gigantic self storage warehouse, the Big Lots across the street...today everything is ugly to me.

This is my life.  I just started to worry that maybe I am living an unexamined one.  I do not want to wander mindlessly down these littered streets and come up empty when I unlock the security gate at the entrance to our modest apartment.

I treated myself to some flowers at the local farmers market yesterday.  They're in a glass on our kitchen/work table and, believe me, they are lovely.  I'm not going to say that I want to be like the flowers, that I never want to worry about how I look or what I'll wear...but I do want to be lovely.

Most days I take a line from the Princess Diaries, stare at my reflection, think "This is as good as it gets," breathe in a good-natured sigh and pour some grapefruit juice for my early morning commute.

Because, I suppose, "good" can be enough.

For now.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

"It Can Be Easy" i.e. it doesn't have to feel hard to be good

One time I bought some very manly flowers for a boy I liked and it didn't turn out too well.  I know nothing about love but I have to say that I hit some sort of luck jack pot to have ended up here.

All the love my limping but hopeful cardiovascular muscle can pump for this sweet heart fast asleep next to me.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

On Ordinary

One of my favorite times with you was the Saturday morning you surprised me with coffee before work.  You told me you had heard of this really great place and even though I had no idea how significant a well-crafted latte would become to me, I was excited to be chauffeured to the office with a quick stop for caffeinated goodness on the way.

"What if I didn't work on Saturdays?" I mused as we walked back to the car.  I don't think you responded.

And so the morning drive continued without incident, you dropped me off right before the Farmer's Market vendors started unloading their trucks, preparing for the day's activities.

A few months later, I got Saturdays off and we both worked Monday through Friday like "normal" adults do.  This isn't super significant, except to say the surprise coffee trip only happened once.  And maybe it should have happened more, or maybe the novelty of it made it matter most to my aching yet hopeful heart.

And I am still trying to process these feelings and hurts and choices, but when is it enough?

I dreamed about you last night, so I figured this was the most appropriate form of response.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

On Quiet

Some days the hardest thing is just keeping my mouth shut.

Also, this.

Friday, February 27, 2015

On Being Mean

I had a bad day yesterday.  Nothing was wrong, except I hated everything and took it out on someone I care very much about and traffic and to be honest, was legitimately lucky that I didn't get into a car accident. (Trust me, there was plenty of time for it to happen...)

I know that everyone has bad days now and then, for good reason or for none at all, but I am still sorry I haven't figured out how to manage all those things that inevitably start to snowball and end up exploding in an awkwardly guttural yell that leaves the back of my throat itchy and raw for days.

And I am still learning that people are good and true and reliable and all of the things that you don't realize you need until they're sitting in front of you being needed.

It's still hard for me to believe I'm deserving of all the "second chances" that inevitably make an appearance in this life, but maybe now I can slowly realize that I am.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

On What We Really Need

Listen, I'm not trying to say that I know anything about anything.  I have little to no idea what it means to grow up or act like an adult or present my 'best self'* to the world.  I suppose what I have learned (and continue to learn) is that there can be a fine line between wants and needs when it comes to the way I have been living.

I also realized I become very nervous when reading poetry to anyone because I'm worried they are losing interest after approximately 2 lines.  But more on that later.

So I am faced with a choice (every day, aren't we?) to choose between wants and needs while trying my darndest to negotiate what exactly the difference is. 

This post isn't going the way I planned.  Oh well.

*what does that even mean, again?

Monday, February 9, 2015

All the Feels

I am here to say that I have been pleasantly surprised by the quiet unfolding of events over the past few weeks.  I feel lucky/blessed/etc/etc to be in this place, but the truth is I have put in a lot of work and made several fucking hard decisions to get here.  And, yes, I was not expecting this "so soon," but I can't deny that something is happening.

For now that is enough to keep me hopeful, to continue getting to know this peculiar person and to be okay with all the not knowings of something new and real and fragile.

It's not the worst place to be, I suppose.

Friday, January 23, 2015

On (Not) Knowing.

I will never apologize for being "too kind." 

I cannot be sorry for having a heart that is "too soft."

I understand I'm in my head too much.

I know.

I know.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Some Things

Things have happened since Christmas. Nothing earth shattering, but I can tell you that I am "pretty good."

Uhhhh...I met someone.  Trust me, I am just as confused as you are.  We shall see what happens.

For now, I am doing my best to not worry, to stop beating myself up over how things have been over the past 12 months, to acknowledge that I am okay in company and in solitude.

There is such a thing as grace.  I am so quick to forget.