Used to be

we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head

dead hearted

hollow chested

echoing words

listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke

understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing

i join her in her darkness with my tiny light

hold my hand i say

don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend

this makes me laugh and she half smiles

hand still outstretched

she takes it

tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants

holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

Unconditional

The power of love is unmatched she says as she kisses my forehead

I hear you and I am listening

Thank you

It’s not hocus pocus

She simply changed her focus

Pulling down her mask, she got back to the task

Consistent

Persistent

She keeps building in the silence

Staying far from their violence

Abundantly releasing

Her blessings keep increasing

It’s not hocus pocus

She simply changed her focus

*blasts off in spaceship

Mercury is gatoradin’

So be mindful with that communicatin’

Make sure you’re clear about what your sayin’

Mercury is gatoradin’

As it rains I move through the house like a ghost. Black neo folk songs play on a random radio station. I am never leaving.

The wooden slats of the porch comfort my feet. My toes wiggle and plant themselves firmly.

As it rains I realize I know where I belong, right here in this old ass house in the middle of forever.

*Laughs Happy New Moon.