Or when the sprinklers come on at night,What of the snails that trudge into walkways?sliding sludgy, retracting in fright all to bask in the drippy droplets or noisily, crunchily catch in my shoe, or sometimes.. sometimes even safely make it back across, all the way home dragginga nature trail of slimy snail snots
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About my religion
I am all sun worship, Heat and fertility and rain dances, Spirit servant to beats in my hips that leak down, rolling my ankles to Bedouin drums Composed to the rhythm of mama earth and her earthquake steps. My god lives in waves, Of the ocean and heat variety, My god lives in throbs, Of… Continue reading About my religion
on papa
and all the men my heart has fluttered about,on the space you take up when you’re here,and its imposition when you’re not. for papa who i pray knew nothing thenof the inside of his body, and all its thriving rot, for you who shook the wanderlust into my(your) long leg bones…for you who branded me… Continue reading on papa
On sleep or not sleeping
There is something solid and safe in his frame, And in the early morning when I wake and he does not, The nook in his outstretched arm calls my name. Roll, slide over into sanctum, just some ligament and muscle he’s got. Warm, steady heartbeat, even his breath, a languid afterthought. For all that I… Continue reading On sleep or not sleeping
On my honor
Sometimes it’s hard for me to see religion as anything but history’s longest massacres
On sharing
I guard my loneliness fiercely, It is the only thing that is only mine.
on if it ever ends. (spoiler alert: it doesn’t)
foolish to think there is respect or admiration reflected in this, a lazy and unsatisfied existence. the passion cannot be so patchy, the commitment should not be partially commissioned. to reflect the life and person that I want to be, transformation must be total and complete. there’s so much i still need to get straight.
on relativity
i liken gracewith how my mother tends her garden,softly speaking to the birds she feeds,reproaching their greed when it came to her flowers. her laugh i liken to chirps of happy animalsfed generously in her yard, her trading her berries for some company during prayer,the compromise showing now for love of the easy peace. what… Continue reading on relativity
dear syria dear egypt,
i thank the forces that be, every day, that my memories of you will always be free of fear or aggression. I think of you every day and how beautiful you were then, how lucky i am to have seen you before all of this. have the faith in me and mine that your shores… Continue reading dear syria dear egypt,
the very first of the first worlds
things that keep us up: the pool motor at nightobsessively brewed coffeeadult swim and the ever present tragedy that I will never be as interesting as other people look on the internet
Garbanzo Bae 