Watch. Watch. See how the bindweeds cling,
their blue trumpets
waiting for the daylight
of the next world. I pull the petals
from my mouth. I am I am I am. See. I am silent.
I am rattlesnake. I am still. The glass is emptied.
The vine groans its silence. There is light.
Shadow light. I am still. I dance
like burning glass.
I am rattlesnake. Two women fill me.
sharing a cut tongue.
This song has really been getting me through lately. I like how it helps me to practice patience. When I’ve been down it has reminded me to rest in the sadness, but not dwell in it. Even through some tears, it has made me laugh at my own self-centeredness. And when I’ve been feeling joyous it has added to that joy by getting me up and dancing and singing it at pretty high decibels.
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To salvage the tiniest shred of mental health that we had left we finally escaped to the District for the weekend. The scent of concrete, rusty water, and track dust that rushes up warmly, curling its way along the path of Metro escalators, is the only air I need to breathe. Then I am home. […]