Ruled by the moon, I wear jewelry like armor. Particularly rings, because I like looking at them as I write. My mind is a gypsy that wanders unapologetically. My heart is a homebody, which I'm working on. I am a Sagittarius walking with blind optimism in shoes that are way too tall. I believe that if you sprinkle glitter on something, you automatically up it's ante. I champion small change-- not pennies, although I find them particularly lucky tails up, but rather the small kind of change that occurs when you smile and someone else's day gets a little bit better. I love words because they are not elitist. Some people try and use the fancy ones for show, but ultimately, words are just letters, and there are only 26 of those, and elitism generally occurs after a much higher number. "Writers" simply put words in the right order. It's less like talent and more like a Rubik's Cube... I'm not necessarily sold on the idea that a person who can make all sides the same color is brilliant, however, I am impressed and quite frankly bitter at their ability to do so. I live both in the past and the future but tend to black out in the present... this may be due to a certain level of expectation someone cruel once warned me would never reached; I'll work on that, along with my homebody heart.
holding hands
who taught us?
I was looking at hers
so wrinkly
they showed her age
23
she grabs every opportunity
and has those lines to prove it
trace that determination up her arm
and swim in a sea of freckles
not god-given
this one started life porcelain
but heeded no warnings
grab her waste to pull in for a kiss
and feel last night’s dinner on her hips
see a life’s worth of laughter
by the corners of her lips
brilliance in both eyes
sincerity across her brow
and my future in her arms
lucky me
to find someone in their twenties
who knows there is no such thing
as eternity
