Thursday, September 9, 2021
Thursday
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Matriarch
The biggest problem with misogyny
is
even after it is dissected
it is so deeply rooted
that people still think
white men
are more talented
than everyone else
bECAUSE
of their privilege
what a side chuckle
As a woman, I can tell you
my emotion is your obsession
You might fixate on a sound
and try to make it better
in your bedroom
pissed off or apathetic
pretty stoic
about your coming of age
but the only thing you created
is her approval
Saturday, August 21, 2021
Dial It In
Sunday, July 25, 2021
Monday, June 14, 2021
39 and the Entrance of Dramatic Candles
Friday, June 11, 2021
Perfect Company 20/20 ReRemedied
It bothers me
to be bothered
It upsets my mother
every time
I write a poem
but before I was ever bothered
I remember when
my mother explained to me
what my “rug-burned” knees
meant to everyone around me
How did she know
that I would forever be
unreachable
Sunday, June 6, 2021
Perfect... again
I want you to know
that I cried just enough
And then I woke up
and I went to the Market
I bought the perfect
amount of tomatoes
and I was gifted
the perfect amount of greens
to bring you back to me
You are still with me
and everyone sees you
I want you to take a step
with me
I love you so much
Hey!
It’s just you and me
slow it down
take it easy, Jacey
Life isn’t fun
It is waking up
and knowing
A good life
is making good
choices.
It still feels bad.
Everything still hurts.
Our dad is still dead.
but how proud would he be
to see us
not be
the decision
he regrets
Sunday, May 23, 2021
Current Notebook or January 21st, 2018
12:46 AM
I have kept journals
since the second grade,
so since I was 8 years
old. My favorite memory
was when I was 3...
my thoughts have always
been important to me.
I try to capture what
I am feeling as often
as possible. Not because
I am important, but
because I believe it is
the things we feel that
make every one equal.
Consciousness. For as long
as I have recognized
existence I have thought
about reality and the
idea of the connectedness
of my birth and death.
When I wrote in my diary
in the fourth grade I
could feel the ink fall
out of my pen now. It
is an invisible line,
but it is straight
and it has happened and
will happen because
it is happening.
Clay,
In an abstract way,
you are the journal
I’ve kept for 27 years.
You are my inner thoughts
and greatest desire.
My wants, losses,
pride, triumphs,
secrets, stories, lists,
shame, humiliations,
funny asides... they
are all you
the person
I was writing to.
You are everything
I never knew and
did not understand
I can pretend to be fearless
of the unknown because I
know your skin will
explain it to me in
time. I know your
words will describe
it to me as you retell
your stories of highs
and lows. I know that
every moment we have
with each other from
here on out is a piece
of each of our pasts
come together with
both of our futures
to make love known.
We are lucky.
We won the lottery.
This does not happen to
every body.
Dear Clay,
This is the part where
everything is the same,
just different. I love
you.
I am yours.
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Off the cuff...
Thursday, April 29, 2021
New Present...same as it ever was
Thursday, April 1, 2021
Nephew
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Life Itself
It’s
Just
Bizarre
Saturday, February 27, 2021
38 ain’t shit
She said
Friday, February 19, 2021
Accelerator
everyday I swim up
and then look back at you
I wonder if everyone that has ever struggled
with a lighter knew that you can hold
the accelerator down for a patient sec before
you light the wick
You finished my sentence
the other day
I said the reason
I spend every free moment
reorganizing
it’s because it’s your love language
I was going to say it is because I want you
to stay forever and I am forever
making room for you