dirt verse

can you see it from the road? now that the world is through with us as girls, can your eyes as a grown woman see the fire, Erma? I bet you were crouched behind the tree from a safe distance watching with slanted brown eyes. I know you must have cried when your room busted like a cherry, your cherry. The room we fell asleep in, licking sour sugar from our palms, blaring heavy metal from a little radio, flashing small boobs at traffic. now that the world is through with us, now that the house is nothing but black dust.

roll the flavor of this day to the tip of my tongue where my perception is tart (tartness; sour; good), and not unbearable like at the back of my throat, where the pain resides so how could candy ever find a home here? anyway, just a thought about the way my tongue receives messages, and I like the way a lifesaver sucked down real good feels against my crooked front teeth and sent down to my stressed stomach appreciated by my heart hardcore

I know I will spend 3 days crying when you get taller and your hands stretch out like those of a young man when your supple cheeks fill with the taste of girls or alcohol or fast driving maybe you will remember that nano the way I have loved you with more than even my own soul because

i accept that i was born to look into you, and lay my hands on your chest, that i was meant to hold your head and spin my dark heart towards you, that you will never understand this kind of need and that's because you are the one i know now, that is how i will pay for what i did years ago penance, can you hear me breathe all the way to your bed, hear that i am paying with the secret that lies inside rose quartz, pink and still.

i am sick with what you give me. i take it with the gladness of Juliet, with fervor, with the blast of what the blindness of love can bring even though . . . . i am feline with the probe of meow, the bitch, and service I will always hold in my palms they belong to you I can't take my mind off of it

here I am following your every move, yes you two in the blue smocks with your non-lips and silver teeth, you with your rugged hands and water cascading out of yellow buckets that smell like cinnamon tonight how can I express my gratitude? should I a) just simply follow you around until you reach the 20th floor with your cleansers, or b) throw myself around your lower half, tugging at your clothes filmed in bleach and filth maybe you can leave a crooked hair from your head on my desk, that will have to do.

all colour equals black absence of colour, white this being said me being brown am I the colour outside a visible spectrum? or a lost bubble with the iridescence equivalent to shadows cast by charcoal skies and a storm and the moon and the colour white or not

sis as you well know, or maybe forgot, whatever, I am full of crazy, little moles, there is one directly under my left eye, and it's been there since forever, but for some reason I forgot about it, and sat trying to scratch it off, until I finally realized it hurt and that it was supposed to be there, now my face is puffy there which is great because tomorrow I start beauty school, yeah!! that's really awesome! and this will be a load off to you I'm sure, I finally found a clear tote that not only meets school requirements, it's fashionable, and a steal at Target. I was going to call you but decided this type of useless rant is truly best expressed in writing. my life is changing tomorrow, that's big for a woman who usually divides her mornings between laundry and soap operas. love sis

make that plural, tacos!!! because I can't just eat one, no sir, two crunchy regular tacos please! it's just meat, just so-so cheese and tired lettuce, just a taco shell... taco bell, I am a Mexican, and I'm not supposed to love you, but I love you

today she would have turned 85 today the Holy Father died i hardly ever rhyme intentionally, but some days call for it as she rests that he may rest as well and that's it as I begin april

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.

ok, Saturday was the day of my sister's bachelorette, this is the day I was struck at a discount store on the left side of my head, suddenly a stabbing pain nearly brought me to my knees, however, in one second I thought, if I allow myself to fully hit the floor, one of the shoppers will totally steel my purse, in this purse is cash meant for my sister, in this shopping cart, at least 45 minutes of carefully chosen merchandise, the store will put all this away, and I'll be on the floor, sprawled with my shirt over my head, no purse, precious shopping down the tubes, so I held tight to the cart handle, I quickly recovered, just enough to get to the register and out to my car, squinting the pain, trying to coax it out of my temple to the back of my head so I could at least drive home and complain and cry in my husband's arms. later, I notice that I have a waterfall deep inside, I thought at first it was euphoria, but it was quickly followed by a sick wave of nausea, I then re...

Perpetual light never mixes to serve a rainbow worth real sadness. Sadness has a light of it's own, buried within the marble of a thunderbolt. A statement I believe today for various reasons, one being the loss of control and tightness in my chest from knowing the earth spins beneath me whether I'm still or on my way to save her.

I receive each droplet. I know that I am in a spot I wish to leave, but my feet got stuck. God, will you assist me in that hole, look in on me from time to time as your lesser than, as your grown child? I know all this was before me, before me. Destiny being comfort, but so hard to eat. Heartache being it's lovely self, there to unravel and accept. I also know my mother is slipping away, and this causes me to bend in half and lapse into the mercy of that circumstance. And I know I have a way of getting back up. Because there is much to be done. terrible clouds await. I love that I'm alive to greet them.