For Lady Day
Some stars shine so brightly, their
earthly time too brief for us to fully
partake in the elements of their
essence. Though the life short; that
doesn’t mean that it was easy. Though
the life short, perhaps the trials more
profound. Because the years immersed
with such intensity.
I can still see the smile on my Gpa’s
face, when I said the song he was
playing was my favorite of hers. At
fourteen, I knew nothing of some parts
she sang about and too much of others.
As she expressed, I too, knew loneliness
and yearning. Though maybe not for the
same things. Sometimes my thoughts
weigh heavy; like the scent of gardenia
in the dusk of twilight. Wandering too
much below the dancing of stars; before
eventually retiring from their revelry.
She is to always be admired, for others
can never judge her of what only she
knew. All we can do is take in those
sheer notes of wanting, that leaves us
wanting more. Though they’ll never be
another, let us listen and smile. Grateful,
that once, she was here among us.
A Lustful Realization
Lust complicates things at
work, distracting me from
being productive.
Yet, I’m done implementing
colossal amounts of effort
into being noticed. Because
I am a Goddess, I should be
noticed anyway.
His eyes never resting upon
me, despite the slight cleavage
upon my exiting and perfect lips.
As I thought my newfound
confidence would change the
routine that has always
besieged me in the Game of
Want. That perhaps,
this one time in the fifty-three
years of my existence, things
could turn out differently.
Um, NOPE.
So I am done. A Queen does not
beg for attention. Nor does a
Goddess. If he didn’t see the
glory that contained within
me, then surely he isn’t worthy
of it. I’ll pity him momentarily
before moving on, his image
fading from memory.
Wow, that was fast.
Listen
Listen to the body when it
talks; take heed of the almost
incoherent whispers. Don’t
take it for granted, it’s trying
to communicate. Don’t ignore
it and for God’s sake don’t
push the words aside. Obey it;
when it says sit, sit. Go to sleep,
take a nap. Breathe, take a sip of
water while relaxing.
I learned the hard way; ignoring the
voice so I could push past pain I knew
wasn’t normal. Because the pain kept
coming back. The over-the-counter pills
not working, even though I was taking
them like breath mints. Pushing past the
pain till I couldn’t walk. Now, I find myself
stopping at random moments, just to listen.
Hearing attuned to the slightest echoes
around me with everything I have, never to
ignore it again.
Run On
They can go on running,
for the longest time.
Ever so careful,
the hands. Using the
cleanest cloth to
camouflage the dirtiest
of deeds.
He was two thousand
miles away, stockpiling
square foil packets in the
safe before driving her
back to the airport.
The deeds run
on, unseen until
emerging in hd
on app notification.
In sharp colors
that sever trust.
He went on, for a long
time. Through annals
of instances in her mind.
Secret photos of
unfamiliar faces as well
as platoons of rubber
soldiers, always in
formation. He ran,
onward, for the
longest of time.
Till time ran
out on him.
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