The Gods are Fallen

17th Apr 2012

running water

she stands over the bathroom sink
wishing she was talented at breathing.

everything is being sifted.
she wants to break the filter,
let it all come raining down on the others.

nest

curving craning her head backwards towards her spine
her beak creaks open wide towards the sky

and she lets out a sweet sickening song of flight
snaps back her gaze and through narrowed eyes we meet
it is my turn.
tight as my feathers cling to my side, i try
but my joints sear from the strain of separation
i cannot remember the last time i trusted my appendages.
frantically in flux, i falter, flail. fail.
i am too distracted to unite the secular states of my body.
but it is my turn fly.

as i plummet my mother shall watch with love.

8th Apr 2012

i felt this way.
we felt this way.
this is the way things should be
and this is the way things are.

i’ve been chasing after waterfall people that won’t ever give my breath back
pulsating pressure.
why take it away?

i want to sit on the counter with my bare toes near the dirty dishes
because that’s brave.

i want you to hold me in your hand and roll me back and forth between your palms.
i’m a small treasure you found at the beach.
i’m not wearing much but my skin, because i don’t need to hide anymore.

all my thoughts independent of you
settle on your lids,
make them sink deep.

you would not watch me, you would just listen.
it feels so good to feel you talk the way you talk.

8th Apr 2012

easter

we were bare babies giggling
on easter morning

we ate ice cream for breakfast

you asked me to be your sister
and i said yes

sisters and brothers
brothers and sisters
i had been learning about them in the bible

we put on white gloves
and walked down the aisle

i asked to be the ‘prettiest’
and someone else’s yellow-custard-granny
smiled at me

the churches were always white
as churches should be.

8th Apr 2012

cracked and crinkled expression sing

he treats questions like living things

i clip him in my hair and skip

25th Mar 2012

“…feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.”
― Pema Chödrön