I want to break everything that you own
Make you look at all the pieces lying on the floor
Wonder how any of it was ever whole to begin with.
Waiting for the day you choose experience as the process that deepens us
Is the image of a long and narrow bridge, drawn high across a riverbed
That hasn’t seen water in so many years.
We spend effort churning sadness so that it does not sit heavy in our gut
And so that it does not churn us.
As waves are responsible for the life of a sailor
Teaching him patience and vigilance.
What is to learn from surrendering?
However elastic our definition of truth
The tendency is to stretch that definition as far as it will go
Until in the middle of the night, a last pond of privacy
When we no longer recognize the hands we fight with
A place where we come back to ourselves.
Fidelity like a driven spike in my mind
And a longing I cannot name.
Being Becky with the Good Hair
All the Tomatoes
Weapons in the Backyard
There's nothing attractive about a 14-year-old
I seem to have lost my center of gravity
There are days I make a mess just to clean something up