Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Inverse Proportion

right now the only place i feel safe
is in his arms. arms go

with the person to whom they are attached.
Hour after perilous hour. holding

my breath. grabbing

wholesome characters. playing
with the baby. saying anything,

anything can happen in our imaginations!

until I almost believe it. lost

in triumphant games. hoping

pieces of myself don’t fall off
in wet, chunky, plopping bits -

what is normal now. gushing
wombs nuggets.

we chant dance sing,

while absent, he provides
our home. i fear

nothing will be left.
all flushed and

released. the empty return.


Mendi O. said...

i like this poem. there's so much held here.

boodafli said...

i have so missed your writing. this, like everything else in your blog, is spot on. word.