Cancer is a poseur bitch. And while Jesus may love everyone, I think Cancer’s an asshole. Mad props to my first BFF who kicked its ass, Mad props to my second Who will do it also. Why are my friends getting cancer diagnoses?
It’s six A.M. The Honey is getting ready for work. I’m half asleep on the couch, nestled up with my green tea and lap top. The Honey walks into the room wearing a black and white checkered joker costume, including a giant checkered top hat. And I’m not allowed to post pictures on Facebook. Sad.
have you ever been on a basketball team? you know when you’ve got a bunch of kids lined up, two lines, facing each other? and you toss the ball in a zipper fashion? back and forth, back and forth, and it works its way up the line… well, that’s us. Dedicated to my Beautiful Amazing [...]
On the sterile white walls of my cubicle circus, I noticed the fluorescent buzzing lights Cast pictures on the wall; Arches form And I become Guinevere. Magic. Painted in a kingdom of vassals. On your knees, Sirs.
Her breath always smells of hummus And her armpits of lavender Her cheeks of candy Fingers of glue You.
Love is finding myself enchanted by the fairy tale And calling it my own.
My favorite part of summertime
Are the crickets who serenade me
From the other side of the window screen.
And grasshoppers who pretend they’re
Butterflies and bees who
Pretend they’re bad ass wasps
And bad ass wasps who, every year
Make creative nests in dirt.
Or window ledges.
Or our barbecue.
Perhaps it’s that
I sleep with just a sheet;
I like to rub my legs
Without the weight of the world
Crushing down upon me.
Maybe it’s just the dragonflies
And the roly polies
And the apple mint growing triple heads
Because I pinched off the tops.
(The mint. Not the dragonflies or roly polies.)
Could be the dirt underneath my crooked fingernails,
And the bug bites
And the flip flop tan lines.
Could be.
I can’t pick only one
Summer favorite thing
It just not fair to my bleached-blond hair
Or the growing life in my garden-womb,
So I’ll just say every thing
Is my favorite thing
And this summer time
Is my favorite time
I wish every time
Brought forth as much thyme
Because my favorite thing
Is my lemon thyme
Or my basil,
Or my lavender…
I feel amazing this morning!!
Fell asleep early last night after meditating for an hour.
Vinyasa Flow yoga first thing at five AM.
After, treated myself to green tea with home grown organic lavender buds.
I can hear it in your voice when you’re smiling at me over the phone.
And regardless of who you are, I hear your smile and can’t help but smile back.
Thank you.
Gonna tie my hair in ropes.
Gonna be the best I can.
Gonna speak the way I wish for.
Gonna eat weeds from my garden.
Gonna make every situation my creation.
