on the weekend

your guru knew

じゃまたね

as the propping of girls' uchimata feet

"Although I did not share my father's intense aversion to ugliness, which often led us to associate with stupid people, I felt vaguely uncomfortable with anyone devoid of physical charms.  Their resignation to the fact that they were unattractive seemed to me somehow indecent."

feeling any of this

electric guitar

steady as the water that fell past us

Ohio Behind Us

When we ask our mother how long we'll be here,

sometimes she says for a while and sometimes
she tells us not to ask anymore
because she doesn't know how long we'll stay
in the house where she grew up
on the land she's always known.

When we ask, she tells us
this is where she used to belong
but her sister, Caroline, our aunt Kay, has moved
to the North,
her brother Odell is dead now,
and her baby brother, Robert, says he's almost saved
enough money to follow Caroline to New York City.

Maybe I should go there, too, my mother says.
Everyone else, she says,
has a new place to be now.

Everyone else
has gone away.

And now coming back home
isn't really coming back home
at all.

‪Jacqueline Woodson‬, Brown Girl Dreaming

gingeretrosa

"I can't say it. I'll explode if I can't say it."

land on the ground

washin' my hands of attachments

birds pass by

to tell me that I'm not alone

it reminds me of walking through the avenues

if you doubt that i'll be there

we were meant to sleep in the dirt

daylight

you say everything has changed

i never said it always stays the same

i'll take you over if you let me

unless you

i cannot

better off

and cry

get off my bed

never forget

wiped my tears

you held my hand

ach í a labhairt amach le cion

tá ár tseoid fhéin a'inn

i looked up at you

and without pause, knew at once 

that you, you were me

in san domhan

dár dtír bheag álainn

's muid ag lorg ár n- áit

as I suffocate myself
I remember the marks the police thought you left on me
the disbelieving look the Hispanic female officer gave
you, pulled away from me, by the sidewalk
in handcuffs
between those two men
and I stop

fuck it
I messed up the insides of my arms

had never cut there before
they were clear

for the rest of my life

of the white white stairs

of the flight

from the top

your heart, it holds more

into the marrow

you'll never have nowhere to go

deep down dyed

look at this silver and gold

we've so many days spent beside

shook through