Here's three pieces that pretty much sum up where my writing, and therefore: my head, has been lately.
---
Whether I
follow a religion or just
observe these
rituals as ways we seek Truth:
I am okay
with that space.
I believe in
a god-force. She- if I had to label a gender- is not
the wife of
a nuclear family, silently vacuuming up our messes in her pearls.
She is
active, moving, reeling through time and space.
She is Love
embodied and Love unspoken.
Omnicient, Omnipresent, Eternal, sure.
But She is
not all-powerful.
She gave
that up when She made this world
She gave
that up when She gave us this earth
and the
tools to destroy it.
She watches, She cries.
But She also
handed me this aluminum can
filled me
with fire,
and I’ll
leave my rebel mark
graffiti colored
Love
all over
this broken down rock
and call it Beautiful.
— love rebellion,
or: Break the F*cking Rules
---
I’m up to
the ears—hairline— lord god I’m just fully underwater
with social
media perfection
top-view
portraits of world travelers’ brunch dates
hipster
thick sliced toast, avocado roses
hashtag
mimosas hashtag darlingweekend
soft pink
and cream palettes and capsule wardrobes
air bnb
wooden beam ceilings in mountains of Vermont
ivy covered
doorways with baguettes
instagram
mommas and instagram husbands,
babies and
beach bods and growing up and isn’t it all
perfectly
imperfect—
holy mother
of little baby lord jesus christ I need a break.
need to
spend my time apart from Interminable Comparison
to find out what
is here, what is still here:
who is still here.
— journey
through Adult Assery
what sorts of things wait in that adult darkness?
it’s not creepy crawlies or tentacles under the bed-
it’s running that red light by accident,
it’s frowning at cellulite after years of self help
books
it’s when we talk about love and you don’t believe in it
it’s Darkness, and only Darkness
it’s money troubles, it’s finding time, it’s cancer.
If I could get myself out
alone,
I would.— I'm scared too, but we'll make it
love,
bek
