In liminal space
words don’t always work
hands where I can see them
drop those nouns and verbs.
propelled by giddy uncertainty
I’m navigationally challenged
to say the least.
I’ll build a map of glorious contradictions
to get from there
to here.
adjectives and adverbs
make poor smoke signals
biting my lip
to keep careworn cliches
from tumbling out.
tracing the sea of points
that punctuates your shoulders
the shortest distance
between any [...]
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smoke signals
folly
all aboard my folly
hands shaking, stomach churns
it never gets easier
jackhammer knuckles
paper-bag lungs
caution tape mouth
no one has to wonder
where they stand
with me
unsustainable
tiptoeing around the bush
or beating on eggshells
brashness is a vice
I’m unrepentant
I refuse
to be seen and not heard.
dear abby
I always seem to end up here.
Why can’t boundaries be a place to begin the conversation?
Use I statements. Keep telling yourself that nobody else can hurt your feelings unless you let them. The truth is, that only works if you don’t let anyone else in.
Solitude is apt to shed its charms [...]