I have been gone for a long time, but I want to write again. I need to write again.
But I no longer feel that this blog is the appropriate space in which to do that. We grow, we change. I haven’t written consistently in years and my soul hurts.
You can now follow me at vital necessity. No promises on quality while I work to (re)discover my voice, but I have missed you and I will be glad to have you join me in this new chapter.
I missed you. I miss me.
And you laughed,
And every yellow rose bloomed
for your shimmering brown eyes.
All the hands and lips
and tongues I still use to rinse
your body from mine.
On the rare mornings the fog clears
and my mind is free,
the mirror reminds me of
exuberant water balloon fights
and the red Sun warm against my eyelids
and through my golden salty skin,
drying from afternoon showers,
and of fireflies whispering brightly
and so desperately
to one another
and to me
as the night drops slowly, again.
All the different ways
I must suspend my humanity
to be treated like a person.
“And I love peonies
for the way they’re so lavishly understated,
so vibrantly sane.”
the most beautiful human.
The most beautiful,