dirt verse

another affliction, which I think of as a gift to the world in my immediate area, maybe stretching it's helping-hand out to the out there , so anyhow...I believe that I save peoples feet and tires, basically punctures to any softer surface by picking up nails, screws, bolts, hooks, metal-things, you name it, I pick it right up and place it in my pocket. I gather these metals/rusty pieces, and place them in my car or my home, or a plastic bag. This way they won't hurt anyone or take out a tire, maybe an entire family won't get a flat on their way on vacation, maybe they won't swirve and hit anyone, and they'll all live? Maybe a some kid won't have to get a tetanus shot because they stepped on a rusty nail left behind by carpet installers or careless hands. Humor me, maybe this protection I offer bounces back and saves my family on the road and in their lives. But then again, all kids have to step on something rusty just once, that's a right of passage. Carele

tragedy: My mom gave me a birthstone necklace for my birthday in 1976; pewter spikes like sunshine or a starburst surrounded the tiny stone. Since then, I've kept it safe and when I take it off at night, I look at it and then without fail, place the necklace in box or a cloth. But a week ago, I fell asleep with it on, or maybe it slipped off when I was washing my face or when I was watching National Geographic, or when I was scratching my neck, or when I was on the front porch smoking, or when I was not paying attention, see I don't know. All I am certain of, is that I fingered the small pendant when I arrived at my mother's home, and I was tired from being at the hospital all day long and the day before that. My only consolation is that my mother's home swallowed my necklace and it's not in some alley or down a city drain. The house took it's chance when I was not looking, taking in a piece of what used to be, a moment years ago when a young woman placed a gift

the opulance of any moon has crossed my path with the colour of every childhood knife stuck in my back I remember it with love it matters not what hatred started it's about me in the silver midnight recalling ~~~~~~~~

i'm lucky i'm aware nothing begins with me or ends not my favorite avocado meat spinning, shiny bone fresh out of it's home (am i this out of control?) not you never starting to look like the always with little dangling regrets, always has my pain inside it it's always, most beautiful and dangerous most truthful mostly because always is past apology buried with the nothing i have always been nothing has a blur behind it i never ignore the white streak following my heart where the truth likes to sleep.... at least that's what i wish

today **** only four stars out of five that's just because the sun seemed to spit at me it's march for goodness sakes, not july by the way, I imagine bugs must have taken hold of my stomach and brain mainly because I am itchy, nervous, quicker than usual they must be pulling me around with their 6 legs, 6 legs plus mine, that's greased lightning also, I might have been a killer in my past life, and not a pampered queen like I thought, this occurred to me as I was forced to put the kitchen knife down instead of bringing it into the office. i'm so cool ****

estoy loca in la manana en la noche azul con mis lagrimas mis deseos tirados a mis pies me arrastras tus ojos aguados la mano extendio yo le puedo oir mi caveza es suya somos el mismo I am crazy in the morning in the night blue with my tears my desires thrown about my feet you are dragging me with your eyes watered your hand outstretched I can hear you my head is yours we are the same

It seems I get to keep my mother. For now, but that's how it is for all of us, for now. That is the only promise the universe can keep. Things must change, change is loss, but sometimes, loss pivets on a high heel, and winks. I watched 5 nurses blow needles in my mother's arm - I watched her cry until her tears and mouth were in slow motion. I held her papery hand in my own, smoothing back her hair and watching as the steel and cream walls of the hospital began to twist. The last nurse to finally succeed was hovering above her when I noticed Casablanca was on. I looked at her and said, "I've never seen this movie before". And in her weakened words she said, "I have, seven times." And seven my friends, is the number of divinity and hope. side note: Ingrid Bergman is Isabella Rossellini's mother, she passed away when Isabella was 29 years old.