Parenting a legacy.
Tag: line breaks
bugs for her
Throwback.
mariposa
blood in the back of the throat taking the long way home isn’t that just how the thing goes slamming brakes for a swallowtail butterfly yellow wings beckoning for a better past losing, inevitably, scraping knees and knuckles against pavement boiling with sunshine, rays and beams never meant to have holding a book too closely […]
Autumn, 2020
Outside, leaves are falling and my excitement is rising.
headless mode
Lost sight of the road, eyelids falling two curtains to keep the sick & coughing patients from touching my soul. I nearly destroyed a little old man with the opening of the ambulance door. Even under the first-responder’s glare, I didn’t know what was happening. After that, my partner banned me from the driver’s seat. […]
state of being
I don’t want to talk about politics, about how they move money around like toys kicked across the floor, back and forth I don’t want to listen about what’s happening beyond your five windows and single door cases confirmed in our county now and what does that mean for us, on the ambulance what do […]
Just Thoughts
Caitie, can we talk please? about cutting heart strings propagating them in soil how fast does loneliness grow and when it does, what is it good for? . Sophia, can’t you just listen? why does it always start in the kitchen so deep and full I don’t even notice hot water kissing burns into my […]
Biology Exam I // Sunday
some day is different from someday. I don’t know how. Both are just as abstract, deferring responsibility . I will do better tomorrow I will love you better some day, someday when I no longer want to . I did not cram for my biology exam thoughts escaped me like particles through protein channels, passive […]
Disruptions
there are men with guns across the street some women, too; in uniforms weapons propagated on forearms leashed dogs and blockading cop cars scene is not safe, the first thing they teach you in EMT school I turn back to my phone screen . he’s getting existential again I read the message, ask if he’s […]
november welcomes me
you take me to the community table where I like watching all the old men socialize with one another but today my eyes translated their lives into death that one, with the nicotine stained beard, he’ll stumble into the heart attack named widow-maker and that young man, with the black pencil on his waterline, an […]
Just Thoughts 