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filling my own cup
This is why I wrote you poetry and sprinkled your chest with rose petals. This is why I kissed you in public. This is why I made time to meet your parents. This is why I listened. This is also why I left. As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it…
uncontainable luxury
oh! the uncontainable luxury of a spacious saturday morning as we stretched out on your bed limbs entangled skin to skin we spoke of the spaciousness of the land of man’s need to contain it and the earth’s persistence in asserting herself i– drew a pattern on your beautiful back to illustrate a river’s path…
voice
I’ve been using my voice in many ways of late. I wrote and staged my one-woman show, Unbridled a month ago, I’ve done some communication in my relationships to bring clarity and grace into them and I’ve been doing some recording with a some talented musicians. I’m enjoying this process because there is no rehearsal….
do you see?
Dear Bluebeard, It seems you decided somewhere along the line that I am the perfect girl to fit into that little space in your pocket in your life– –that little compartment in your dreams, or your fantasies where things are tidy and YOU get your needs met. (Do you see ME?) To my brothers: I…