#NaPoWriMo - day twenty eight

the state
of being
constantly
under
threat
 
the constant
rounds of
disappointment
 
we run from one
battle to the next
 
*
 
this is the year
of broken hands
 
this is the decade
of just getting it done
 
this is a lifetime
of just around
the corner
 
this is the year
of jubilee
 
*
 
waiting for a seat
at the table
waiting for the
right moment
 
every week
the same groceries
every day
a planned meal
 
every morning
a new mantra
we wear like
running shoes
 
*
 
too busy
too often
too tired
too distracted
 
too bored
too full
too little
too much
 
*
 
we lie in the sun
until our bellies burst
we lie in the sun until
we’re bleached bones
 
in the valleys
a rattling
the wind
rushing

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty seven

There are roughly 206 bones in the average human body. We were born with around 270.
 
Some people inherit traits that lead to the development of extra bones in the feet, hands, or even the spinal column.
 
About 8% of people have at least one extra rib. Overall, about 15% of people have more or fewer than the standard 206 bones.
 
The largest bone in the human body is the femur or thigh bone. The smallest bones are the ossicles found in the middle ear: the malleus, incus, and stapes.
 
I have broken so many bones. I have broken bones even now. I could make a book with the x-rays.
 
As bones heal, they undergo remodeling. The newly formed bone reshapes itself. 
 
I’ll endure the pain. I will remain patient. Let me be transformed.

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty six

what delicate things hands are
what delicate things hearts are
i have dedicated my hands
i have dedicated my heart
how desiccated are my hands
how desiccated is my heart

are hands delicate things?
are hearts delicate things?
to what are my hands dedicated?
to what is my heart dedicated?
are my hands desiccated?
is my heart desiccated?

how often beauty
is dried in the pages
of a favourite book
how often we underline
a favourite passage
while reading

we all make our lists
another way to measure
what we truly believe
we decide what it is
that we want to build
and we do it again and again

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty five

a day of books
holding words
in my hands
talismans
 
i am surrounded
by other book
lovers crushed
among stacks
 
conversations
about poetry
and stories
 
celebrations
of this voice
and that voice
calling out
 
we find these
other voices
gather the words
 
sound the depths
gather close
enter in

#NaPoWriMo - day twenty four

A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to hit me, perhaps kill me. Don’t, don’t, don’t I say but he strikes me and keeps striking me and keeps striking me.

A dream: I’m washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. I realize there’s someone else right behind me, a stranger. I know he’s going to hit me, perhaps kill me. I search in the sink and find a chopping knife. Before he strikes me I take the knife stab him in the chest. I keep striking and striking and keep striking.

A dream: You’re washing the dishes and turn around to see someone walking out of the hallway towards the door carrying something. It’s me. I’m carrying everything that ever mattered. You realize you’re going to be alone. You stand by the sink and hold a chopping knife. You feel like you’ve been stabbed in the chest. I keep walking and walking and walking.