CH-CH-CH-CHANGES
LoveThis is going to take some time, and I will update it slowly.
Love,
Michelle
BrahmanMy mother once told me “Girl,Brahman
there will be a moment
where you will meet God”
impatiently I grew up and learned that
Hindus believe in a God
As a divisible being Truth found In the smallest of parts
I like to imagine You passing in and out of me Me splintering through you All the while
Funneled through It.
When I meet God It’ll be by pulling myself back To capture the mosaic of life
whole
I’ll unhinge my jaw And swallow the picture
And let it
AntebellumHands will move to mend the cut Under the rib which Adam so generously handed herAntebellum
And underneath the war paint The battle dress The call to arms which fixes itself so heavily, between lovers
There is a sap in it Running out its life In transit throughout the wound Moving over a compass Rusted away and
Marking a garden swollen shut
with the history that they were clearing out plots Before the war was ever begun Before the man was named conceived Dreamed up by a deity th
Little Green FiresEvery seasonLittle Green Fires
Has a starving point
In the springtime Under the leaves I feel farther underneath the sky Than ever before
The blue that brings false clarity Brings impatience as well
The morning sun splinters Into my bedroom at six And creates the feeling
That the ground is really liquid And we are nestled inside a great lung Contracting and spreading its little green fires everywhere
And the dew of the wakened day
Is just the sweat of the night before
That makes me want to unhinge my jaw A
DoxologyDoxologyDoxology
I had an image once, While sitting in a museum At the base of a Pieta
I saw myself picking at the marble
Thought about Running my hands
Over panlingual muscles
Bringing life to stained glass eyes And seeing the wick of flesh underneath
I will always be one to look for miracles Searching statues for trails Of tears And looking to Mary To make me green between my legs again If its true that
Jesus sweat blood in the garden Then may the pagan in me, rise up
If it is tru
TranslationsThat afternoon, a sliver of moon veined the fog, almost blue. You spoke to me in your native tongue, lapping lustily from your history,Translations
jealous and roomy — haryaali, darakhti, aasmaan — Gave names to grass, the trees whose toes rip apart the soil that suckles them,
a sky so tepid it gets lost in itself like a gull, livid as December, face buried in
her wing, rooting out some gusty poetry.
&n
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“To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?”
-Camus
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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sayin
hi
2U
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
we should talk shop sometime soon.
always,
kristi.
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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