Beep

My driver is deaf.

He cannot hear the beeping

to alert him that he is drifting lanes,

or the honk telling him

that the driver behind is displeased

that he braked without a discernible reason.

He also cannot hear the rattle

stuck to the ceiling directly above

where the light of his life normally sits

in this same car.

It could all be an annoyance to me,

if I were to over-indulge in the privilege of sensation.

But instead, I feel so safe.

I am not the light of his life,

but he carries his treasure around

in the same vehicle he carries me--

A vehicle built for a world that did not think

to include him.

People press on horns they do not think will go unheard--

I've been them before, I believe--

and yet we all made it to our destination safely.

Half

Half of me stares, unfocused, at nothing in particular. I, her, we dissociate. Pleasantly warm, feeling nothing emotionally. Mentally, I remain in neutral. How good it feels to be nothing at all! Half of me flips rapidly through a rolodex of stories, half-baked daydreams. If only I could catch

Ache

And when I see you my heart crumbles to dust. For as lovely and healing as I am, you are as fearful and wounded. I am sad for you-- how painful must this be! I am sad for me, but I know that while I am deserving of love, this

I didn't go

I didn’t go to the party for this moment. I stayed home to sit by the window-- cat on my lap, writing by candlelight-- so that when the sky opened up, I would be there with the window open, to let the warm petrichor waft through. I skipped to

Fossilized Woman

Who is she? This woman within, who I keep fossilized, buried under years of dirt in the sand that packs my soul. How could I let her become forgotten? Exploited, abandoned in man’s endless conquest. When did the rest of my being grow so dry? I once was a

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Half

Ache

I didn't go

Fossilized Woman