2024: Seas of Self
Swimming, with an attempt to reflect. A short poem to go with each moment. An Ocean of Emotion and a Sea of Self.
Franken girl made up of muppet parts and heart rought together to fool no one but herself
January
letting my sun rise, letting my moon change, and lining better the blues
February
do you shed your skin because you must or because the moon told you to
March
and the light won’t fade and i won’t cry and the planets won’t know and the world will turn and i will change and the sky will dance with it
April
May
and knowing it’s all stars and ashes and how to be a body condemned to life
and then what am i to be without letting myself dream?
June
and apologies are empty without the chime of i forgive, and i don’t
July
and words and places and bodies and songs and apologies and pictures and luck and paper and dreams and eyes
August
אֱמֶת - and the truth cannot pretend and neither can i
September
promises, kept.
October
stuck, and no worse off than i was before
November
and here i am
December
2020-2022
2023
nostalgia in real time
2024
seas of self
2025
its not easy being green
2026
in progess