Shift

Like a hand, wrist, elbow, shoulder switching gears, at a table. This, the sound effect I imagine in montage, looking back. The shifts in conversation: overlapping, seemingly mutually exclusive, perfect sense, deeper.

"Don't even think about the film 2012."

Instead, I laughed to myself and figured it's a good thing I'm getting married next year.

Shift.

Breathing. Consciously taking breaths so I can take in what you're saying. I've done well today; I took a risk and had everything to gain.

Shift.

"Are you catching the bus?"

"I only got as far as 'shoulders' really..."

Shift.

A child who follows you and an imaginary one who followed me; reminding me what self-worth does for a person (it's wonderful); blue eyes, brown eyes, blue whales.

Shift. Shift. Shift.

Occassionally, I try to make sense of the shifts and become overwhelmed with how to make meaning. Then I think about the connection deepening, without need of explanation. It makes sense, and I look forward to the shifting.

Old Message

'you're amazing
i never told you that
but now i am
and it's too late
g'night'


and then you were not online anymore...

Strawberries II

Part of the reason I like the scene with the strawberry so much is because of Alex. Our code word for "I really want to kiss you right now" is "strawberry."

In case you were wondering, we have a code word for kissing, but some people aren't down with two ladies exchanging kisses in public. I know, uncool.

Shh, don't tell!

Strawberries

I'm starting to write my dissertation and it's been a hard process to even start writing. I kept forgetting how incredible, insightful and subversive these texts are. I'll leave you with this "taster:"

"Queen Nibble chewed [the strawberry]. Her mouth filled with juice, the juice of summer and sunshine and silliness, a pink tingling juice that put pictures into her mind of balloons and wobbling red jellies and a best friend with a big daft laugh. The juice trickled down her chin and onto her palest dress, staining it forever in a shape exactly like a heart."

- Queen Munch and Queen Nibble, Carol Ann Duffy

Before Sleep

"And the angel said to her...
you shall call his name Jesus.
He will be great...
and of his kingdom there will be no end."
--from Luke 1

And my dream spoke to me...
you shall know her by her name "Love."
She will be great...
and of your love there will be no end.


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another poem started...

Compassion

sometimes, you just gotta take it as it comes.

the brain, it's on overtime right now.

Tired

It's that tired that has you melt all over a chair. I mean, the tired where you don't even realize your shoes are still on after you've been sat down for more minutes than you can remember since you got home. Or the tired that when you do realize your shoes are still on, you aren't bothered to remove them for the effort it will expend.