@momís dismissals and doubts about me helping with rent when my loves are struggling
i know what Iím doing I know who I love I consider myself a decent judge of character I am incredibly picky about who i choose to commit to and I have chosen them because they have again and again demonstrated respect for me and my boundaries and a value of my presence that runs deep.
No one in the past has ever taken advantage of me Thatís not just luck; † I am scrupulous and attentive and mindful of with whom, and how, I involve myself. † Sure, someone might break the trust I think I have made and take advantage of me, ...
You are my pride, my bliss and pleasure. It is nothing to drive to you through weather that makes me blind and frozen-feathered, terrified, tired; since you showed me bravery, I might as well be flying, bird's-eyeing every thing that once pinned me down to the sorrowful, soaked ground.
You are the sunrise to me, and I remain painfully grateful to wake to you each day. You're a tapestry of commonplace and magical things, an irresistible reminder that my back boasts wings -
Standing naked in the shadow of the devil's belly, in my dark lean-to, I take a moment to release myself.
Not taking breaths, but letting them in.
I realize I am cold in this shade, this black bite of turmoil, and that it is dark enough to see the shapes of whatever I want and to keep myself haunted, hungover from that goat man's gut constantly hanging over.
Where the childhood wings were ripped out of my back, I ache, finally - I notice I'm clothed in a chain and a loose, heavy...
Angelic lips glow; a shimmering pout drips coral softness from a perfect mouth † Someone walking switched to standing, and a starving stare is landing † there, lighting a whisper where the want has gripped her -- † purest cruel call of want pours all
Beautiful bowl of grits, steamy southern comfort - † you make the mornings. † I could never get tired of you. † † I feel like the god in your creation story † when I cut off the stove, † spooning down fluffy gold † folds of you † into a big ol' bowl. † † You're perfect, † so much so † you beg to be consumed. † Slowly. † † I give you † one last drop † of tabasco † † and a moment, a scent † cuts in - † fog on my glasses. † I breathe breakfast, † and...