People who fit don’t seek. The seekers are those that don’t fit. - Shannon L. Alder

lost: fragile, frightened, fleetingly present, whisper of someone left behind. a ghost, between bones and muscles and tissues, the connection between body and mind, a spirit, hopes, dreams, fears, echoes, a hall of mirrors turned in on itself, a black hole collapsed, a cup turned inside out and refilled. 

we breathe. we breathe. we breathe. by the light of the sun. we breathe. 

together

 

"What gives me hope is a simple truism. Once we lose hope, we are guaranteed to lose. But if we ignore the odds and fight to create an antiracist world, then we give humanity a chance to one day survive, a chance to live in communion, an chance to be forever free. Ibram X. Kendi How to be an anti-racist

i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i 

am a body of love 

of an envelope of love 

a leaky envelope at times

barely an envelope

yet always there

and i am rebuilding // regaining my form

some letters seal now

automatically

they find auto-adhesive and plenty of room and a soft pocket inside

to nurture love and thoughts and emotions and dreams and pain and heartache and mysteries

and slowly slowly slowly but surely i am sorting these envelopes 

and forgiving the ones that no longer seal or whose contents 

portend to destroy or wallow or seep or shame

and forgiving the ones from whom these envelopes arrived

let me be a secretary for some time. give me a year. give me three. 

i have work to do.