Dear Brain…Do I have to be happy?Do I have to be sad?Can’t I just take a breath and think about thisand when finished if I don’t have a strong feeling can that be alright?For once. Can you stop replaying wordsand re-sharing pictures?Can we just stop and not think or not care.For once. Thanks for reading.Continue reading “Dear brain.”
Author Archives: Tina
It’s all so loud.
It’s all so loud the raindrops on the window the birds perching upon the roofthe critters fighting for a nut outside the doorthe bickering of siblingsand the arguments of spouseswhen a bill is upand about to hit past due. The mind pulls away forming words within itselfas the noise dissipates because in the mind theContinue reading “It’s all so loud.”
Placing it upon the table.
My heart is full of pressurethat I cannot relievefrom where it’s at.I must remove itlet it decompressnot to long I wouldn’t want it to dry out. Placing it upon the table it’s smaller than I thought fragile and delicate I must not break it. DROP.Shit, I grab itseveral apologies slip. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. IContinue reading “Placing it upon the table.”
The aches of belonging.
Her bellybutton stungpulled tight and tighterthe cordit was red, her bellybutton.Although her eyes couldn’t see itshe knew it was therethat longing attachment to belong with Earthand the rest of life. If it’s invisible could it be severed?Anything could be right?Even if it cannot be seen she gave it a trypulling out a sharp knifeshe beganContinue reading “The aches of belonging.”
Do you think?
Do you think?Do I think what?Thoughts.Uhh yea. Do those thoughts belong to you?Yes of course they do.Are you sureyour not just thinking thoughtsyou’ve been given by someone elseand interpreting them as your ownand every time someone shares a new thought they rip out the old oneschanging your perspective?Although if they weren’t your thoughtsit never wasContinue reading “Do you think?”
Clean it up.
Clean it up.I said clean it up! But it’s leaking.Then repair it. I’m under qualified for this. Aren’t you a handyman? Uhh yea but this is a biohazard. Why? Because there are literally bodiescoming up from under the floorand your sinks are leaking bloodand the lights are flickering and the doors are banging.You need aContinue reading “Clean it up.”
I swear to myself.
I swear to myself,I pray to myselffor the strength to survive mixed up in the make believethat the onesup in smoke or buried in a plotchosen for us.All their betrayal trickling through the generations and I pray to myself for the strength to think as myself to close my earsto the ghostsas I grab theContinue reading “I swear to myself.”
Doughnuts.
Don’t take those doughnuts with the holes in the middle to fill the rutyou’ve found yourself within the middleanything cooking on that griddlewon’t fill the hole you nestled in proudly sporting best on a pin doesn’t counteract anything based upon factyou’ve allowed the weight to compile for quite some whileclaiming it’s metabolism yet you’ve backedContinue reading “Doughnuts.”
Their team name is ANGER.
It physically hurtswhen others they speak their words attach to my skin and I try to dig them out of my poresonly they’re quickseeping in and expanding inside. My brain sends an army their team nameANGER.They’re vicious and ready to tare their opponents as they grab the words that slip in on the ready theyContinue reading “Their team name is ANGER.”
Thanks for not sharing.
Using chemicals to feed the gardendeterring the crittersand the insectsas if they shouldn’t eat as I hold the tomato batting it in the faceof the little critter looking at me flicking its tailas I laugh it’s all for melater a rumble comes overand the pain almost unbearable I hunch over the critter in the windowlaughingContinue reading “Thanks for not sharing.”
Temperamentally Tina 