February 2012
3 posts
the others in my life have been there for a long time. This therapist skin is new, and they treat it like a parlour trick. ”Turn it on,” they beg. “I have a problem.” They do not see that I am just muscle, blood and bone underneath. This is the only skin I’m in.
They are always comparing, and we are laughing when I put on the old Meg coat. It’s...
I am excited like a kid anticipating presents to hear your stories. They are a gift, and I plan to savor them. Your voice is singular and fascinating. It has been a long time, maybe forever, since I felt this fascinated by someone. I am longing to know more. And I just want to listen. and listen. and listen.
I miss you. There is no other way to say that I want what can not be. I miss you. Achingly. I am haunted. the grief keeps coming, Smashing through the levees my mourning built.
Bittersweet: When my grandmother was dying, she called my name. For days, she called my name. I never knew how deep her love was. We could never figure out how to say it. And the knowing came right at the edge of...