Pixie Moon

my eyes are gifted.
some call it delusion,
but they're blind. all life is myth.
some people need tears
to see but you give them an ocean
and they never see it.

Wild and Free

“We must tend our own gardens.”
~Voltaire

After yesterday's morning storm, the sun reclaimed the sky.  By the time I left work, it was all blue and cloudless.  I rarely bring a camera on my walks but I did yesterday because I was hoping for a yellow tree. I didn't find one.

The yellow trees I love so much are called yellow tabebuia (or sometimes yellow trumpet).  They look like this:

The city stopped planting them because they're unstable (they blow over easily during hurricanes) and messy. 

But aren't these good qualities?

“All good things are wild and free.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Hurricane flowers

My purple strands have faded.
A hurricane's passing. Outside this time,
not in me. This time of year,
my city is covered in yellow flowers.

Girl in transition

Exploring facts?
Is any truth in them?

14 moves in five years.
One of these a 22 hour drive cross-country--44
if you count the drive back. But a move
is just a move unless you do it consistently,
then it's evolution. 147,000 miles later,
I'm not evolved at all.


Everything here is under construction.
It’s how I ended up with sawdust in my hair.

Hay Amores

 

Ojos Asi

ayer conocí un cielo sin sol y un hombre sin suelo
un santo en prisión y una canción triste sin dueño.
y conocí tus ojos negros.
y ahora sí que no puedo vivir sin ellos.
le pido al cielo sólo un deseo
que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir.
he recorrido ya el mundo entero y una cosa te vengo a decir.

Potted plants

sometimes we shove them out
on the fire escape and smoke
all over them, then summer birds
tear them down to the roots

and we move. i hope dying
is like moving. 

Laughter

Little masterpieces fell
out of the sky. They were red and black and white.
You were electric
when you touched me. I was
swimming in you.
The room lit up like the sun, and I think we were glowing.
That’s how I remember it anyway.
What about you?

It rained. The AC was broken and we fucked.
I was sweating like a pig.

That’s lovely. Really.

I wasn’t finished.
Your hair smelled like coconuts. I was drunk
with you or in you or both.
And when you kissed me, I prayed
for tornadoes and hurricanes
just so you wouldn’t leave.

What do you pray for now?

Thunder.

Do you think the grass is greener when the stars are all aligned? Because it looks greener.

I think the grass is greener when you’re here.

Even when it rains?

Especially when it rains.

Amo

My legs are scattered across this place where just an hour ago fields were forming.

just the bones now.

therapeutic little boxes show me where to stay,
rest, go... Take
the thing in the hand that held his back

in the grass where I stand
pinned like a butterfly to a thrill.


and he waits with arms that say
Shoot. I still don’t know

if we were talking love or ammunition.