Time is fluid, and what I said yesterday is a betrayal sneaking up on you in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... The downfall has happened. It goes back to my desire for seeing you leave before the month is out. I have enough strength for the both of us, and therein lies our demise. I am "conscious" of my "knowing" you are lost without your lies. [Watch out when you run into writers. You'll be reading your story soon, and it's one you didn't write.] The Meaning of Life is just to show up. "Showing up is half the battle." People say that, don't they? You told me once, "I don't." You serve others only to short-change yourself. Don't be a martyr to a dream that never was. 15 years and One Hundred Ghosts incubated all your false hopes. Corruption of the body; fertilizer for the mind. [You once said to me: "Hope you get back on your feet." Hope you stay on yours.] Memories are missed opportunities waiting to happen. [The only long-term relationship we ever truly have is with ourselves.]
Body
09/06/2018
08/11/2018
Sound the Warning
What should Alejandra's reaction be when she is told by a sleepy colleague to "chill and just roll with it?" Smile and say: "Yeah, you're right." Know that Sonny means well as he munches those pretty flowers.
psssst ... The Universe wants you to know the spell you've been under is about to lift. Oh happy day! Just be mindful from here on out of what plants you find in your Redi-Mix bag of salad greens.
05/31/2018
We're Close to Being Close
We interact with each other's mask
(Parti Town gets brisk business)
You only know the me I put on
for everyday wear
Meat Is Where the Might Is
The shell is but a calling card
'Round and 'round we've been and never once have we gotten this trick right. Strange emotions and uncomfortable realizations equal the best we can expect from the present situation.
03/08/2018
TRUTH SERUM; Or, Today's Top Headlines
From your boozy lips to my woozy ear: "12 or no, I can't stay away from bars."
Stagger
Stagger
Sleepy is how I greet the day.
No more blindfolds and September will forever be your month.
You should have brought the apostrophe along as your date and left the bangs at home.
...and stop cutting your hair, dammit!
The decision was made the day Gayle and I were in the loo desirous to wash our hands. The sinks were backed up with shit.
WOMEN OF INDUSTRY: TAKE BACK THE PLUMBING! DON'T GIVE MEN CONTROL OVER YOUR U-BENDS!
You are surrounded by sick people and their disease has rubbed off on you. What do you do?
Don't believe The Believers when they try to convince you there are no lessons to be learned from feeling your way through the gloom.
Don't know what it means to you and me
but let's put our bodies through the wringer
For Free
That way the pain will be our remedy
for plans gone wrong thanks to
The Patriarchy
02/28/2018
How to Map an Unknown Path
My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back with a note of bile on the palatine uvula. I can trust my intuition more at <fill in the blank> years of age than <now subtract 20> because I've made mistakes, the same ones a few times even, and finally understand that a change of game plan is what's going to get me where I need to go. Where that is, of course, I do not know.
So how to describe my balanced-yet-foolhardy energy? One that is trusting, loving, non-judgmental of myself and others, and confident that if I go with the flow (which is so very hard for me) I've done the homework that'll save me from disappointment. We are all on a Grand Adventure, Cubby! Be prepared and always carry a First Aid Kit.
02/19/2018
Mister Mythical
Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
02/11/2018
Waiting on a Connection
In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way to negate the answers only Time can tell.
Your room is the world we can only just glimpse that shines beyond the horizon.
02/09/2018
Oust About
Dudes are getting in trouble for being dudes. The rest of us are scrambling to fill the positions from which said dudes (Tastemakers!) get ousted. What will the world look like when power is shifted? We are still humans, after all.
Can I raise my hemline and my vibration at the same time without inciting a sense of ill ease? Live & Let Live doesn't come naturally when fleshy needs scream to be soothed. Our little lizard brains will keep us chasing tail until the day we die.
02/03/2018
Disruption of Functioning
Pitchforks grasped within sweaty fists. Fair and balanced they are not, but the Tastemakers set the pace and throw shit like nobody's business. Drop and roll and duck and cover. Misery is today's Blue Plate Special. Hatred is an acquired taste. Acceptance, evidently, requires a blood test.
Have willpower, Patience!
You'll never be the right size in their eyes.
02/02/2018
Can I Have Your Number?
A number on the bathroom scale does not determine health or warm fuzzy nudges of "I am the best lookin' bitch on the block!" Rather, how many times I can walk around the block before I get winded is my measurement of cardiovascular wellness. This bipedal mode of locomotion is also a super way to decipher what my back, knees and feet feel compelled to share at any given turn. HAPPY 2018! HAPPY I JUST CELEBRATED MY ___ BIRTHDAY! Again, numbers can be a confusing language when discussing health, and whatever the opposite is. But I will throw out a figure which will help in the writing of this here Love Letter to the Body: 22. There was a time, not so long ago, when I supported an extra 22 pounds on my 5-foot-nuthin' frame. Pleasingly Plump I may have been, but according to this I was overweight, and my numbers (damn pesky things!) sucked. Yeah, this was also a prolonged Blue Period, too. At a heavier weight, I was three pounds away from a number I knew was my Point of No Return. Once I hit that designation on the scale, it was only onwards and upwards for me. My health history and decades of family photos provided all the data I needed to choose a course of action.
Today I feel just right, someone in an official capacity thinks my numbers are acceptable, and I get asked at work what size pants I wear. Unless you plan to buy me a pair of jeans, I humbly submit: What the fuck? Ah, shaming. It does a body good (as in it doesn't really do anything to me, but the numbskull flapping her/his gums apparently gets a boner.)
For the remainder of my journey, I want health and well-being to take center stage, not a dress size or any kind of movement other than that of the bowel. Now to get my Hashtag Game on:
#FoodIsFuel
#HealthNotHate
#KnowYourFamilyHistory
#SayNoToTheShameGame
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