My mind slipsLike a stack of books on a deskWhen one near the bottomIs a little smallerThen all the rest — It’s a slow slide at firstLike glaciers meltingBut then it’s allVery fast,Which is also like glaciersWhen they breakAnd fall into the sea, (And sometimes my mind slipsBecauseI’m thinking aboutglaciersmelting) Of course this usually happensIn…
Tell me again how my body is like the land unfolding;the land, like a body, like a mother:all of us held and holding. Show me the way to the skyto witness the mountains meeting.The wind in the clouds and my hair:what endures when all is fleeting. Walk on the shore beside me,hold hands and sand and…
Yesterday I read the same adviceIn yet another article:“Each day,Write down three thingsthat you’re thankful for.” Ugh. Gross. I’d rather not. Gratitude makes my teeth ache.Who am I meant to be thankful to, anyway?What do I owe them,For all that I have,(Which is more than I can count,)For all that I do not deserve,(Which is— Spoiler…