Like a dead body anchored
In the bottom of my belly
Is where all the trauma of
My
Life
Sits. It moves, bobbing silently
Pulsating as my digestion
Desperately attempts to
Flush
It
Down. Shifting minutely
Stifling my inability
To lose the spare tire of
Anxiety
Around
My belly. I can feel a new shifting
The dead lump lifting up
To my conscious surface
I cough
Outbursts
Of anger
And tears. The measure of vulnerability
Coming up and out of me
Is the cor
Disappointment. Comes from assumed behaviors and expectations of another. Comes from customs and values inferred upon others without the benefit of the same upbringing. Maybe, little boy, you were raised without a father or a mother. Did you have siblings? A sister? A brother? Other family living near? Maybe, you little man, were raised to fight to win. Protector. Defender. Maybe, you little warrior, were raised that caring, kindness, nurturing or generosity will come eventua
The air between two
Things, places, beings
The emptiness
The fullness
The space amidst it all
Negative, positive
Hopeful, hopeless Space, as in distance
Makes the heart grow fonder
Makes the heart cry harder
Wind, carries such love
Rustles peaceably through leaves
Tears down shingles one by one
In its wake—change Space heals, or does it
Amplifies or isolates
Good versus evil
Air flitting in and around
Grey area buffering between
Things, places, beings
Alter
Our Trinidadian babysitter conveniently lived just a few floors below us. A great-grandma, she was our guardian until she was out sick one day. It turned out she would be out sick forever. On the elevator my parents had met an Argentinian lady, newly installed in what the adults dubbed a “luxurious unit” in the sprawl of our government housing. Awaiting full-time work, she cleaned apartments and made time for the last-minute likes of us. My brother and I hadn’t yet eaten bre
I guess I just have to do
Something
Hey, HEY
To get noticed
Up/down
Spinning/around
Hey now. Hey there
Don’t be feeling
Your feelings…
Your quota is filled
Hey now. Hey, see me yet?
Gears gathering
Fears furthering
Dreams dithering
No más para usted, bebé
For two thousand, seventeen
This year no hay más espacio
No seeing and no feeling
Not to rent, borrow or steal
Buena suerte, mi gentes
Jump away all day
Up/Down/Around #Culture #spirituality #recovery #m