i like kissing
but rarely, unfortunately
I also like kindness
and kind honesty
maturity
i like discovery
newness
presented on a familiar platter
it scares me that I will soon be going back to I don’t know what, who, and how
i like kissing
but rarely, unfortunately
I also like kindness
and kind honesty
maturity
i like discovery
newness
presented on a familiar platter
it scares me that I will soon be going back to I don’t know what, who, and how
this is like puzzle pieces
aspects of normal relationships
that we come upon walking on the beach
picking up each piece
out of order
they compliment each other even when they don’t fit together
you look so nice
so do you
and then part their ways
going no where in particular
but having enjoyed the encounter no less
today I am grateful for
photography
because it soothes me
and excites me
which reminds me
I’m also grateful for sex
what good is one special day
when you’ve had six months of them?
so stop crying
this too shall pass
even if you don’t know what it is
today I am grateful for brazilian music
and lack of rain
Today I am grateful that I am being productive again. For so long that wasn’t happening.
I am sad for a friend. Scared of not being home, but scared to “go there” sometimes. Starting to understand a lot.
And thinking about living in Rio as a real possibility. Not because I am apaixonada for it, but more because I just realized that it would actually be really easy. I mean, I could totally do that, no big deal.
tomorrow I am going to get so much done
productivity isn’t going to know what hit it
I am mega prepared to wait in line
and lutar my way to
getting these documents going
I’m gonna be hella brazilian soon
It’s really hard listening to a friend who is doing destructive things to herself while I’m living in another country. Even more difficult is knowing I wouldn’t be able to stop it even if I was with her.
a slight bend in her knees
she reached down
fingers delicately spreading aside going inside
past her fingers
her wrist
elbow deep, she reached out for them
as soft, baby-like fimbria
tubes and tissue
greeting her fingers
with trusting affection
I love you
she said
you will always be a part of me
but I think we need a break
drooping with guilt, knowing what they had ruined
they climbed into her hand
tears secreting as they said goodbye
and slowly
she pulled them out
detaching from the walls
they had been throwing parties against
for the past week
dripping in warm blood
she put the tangled
throbbing mess
into a jar
I will come get you next month
But for now, Mommy needs to go live her life without you.
