Archive for May, 2012
An Open Letter To Spring
Posted by F in Uncategorized on May 11, 2012
It was 83 degrees on the 10th day of you
I have to say maybe you’re overcompensating
For the earthworm holocausts
The ankles
That swell around attacks
From tiny vampires
The ruckus
Of liquid tap shoes
On roofs and windows
I don’t mean to offend
But I’ve come to expect a certain appearance
I don’t know that I would recognize you
In a sweater
You don’t need to try so hard
Your tragedies are no hurricanes
Don’t pluck your eyebrows
Into obtuse angles
Your archaic breath
And tender disasters
Are how we teach our new borns
How to be strong
Slowly
You are the first baby step
Half my childhood
Rests in your pages
The world looks newest in your arms
Please don’t be jealous
Don’t look to summer for inspiration
And think you are not the warmth we’ve been looking for
Don’t hold yourself to a winter evening
And deem yourself unclean next to the fallen snow
Death by dehydration or drowning
Is just as permanent
You are the mid point
The exhale
The afterglow
In this world of smaller beings
We teach each other
To manicure our bodies into like shades
To reshape ourselves
Into one another
Like if we couldn’t tell the difference
We couldn’t judge perfection
So I know you might look
Down on us lesser creatures
Perhaps we don’t understand
The pressures that your blue skies
Are always facing
Maybe we are just a little too much like you
To show you how to stand apart
But the perfect day Is 67 and sunny
And if you change
The other moments
Will have nothing to aspire to
So rock us with rain
Create concerts of creatures
Calling out for one another
As the sun breaks
Against the edge of the earth
Reach for the ruckus of chills
On arms that bathe in your dusk
Take us with you
In your moments of self doubt
Lay us down
In what you spill
In sunsets and flower petals
In dewed grass
And butterflied breezes
You are the beautiful mess
We aspire to be your kind
Of disaster.
Dylan
Posted by F in Uncategorized on May 11, 2012
Our first conversation
Was arm in arm about another woman
On our way to friends
With a strange hop-step rhythm
Kicking loose concrete with our heels
And letting a ukulele hang limp
Amongst some of our shoulders
When I met you
You were already dressed as one of my heroes
Sunglasses and curls
Harmonica and melodic drone
My first impression of you
Was an uninvited journey
To the bedside folksongs
My father used to turn into lullabies
I should have known you would soothe me
I should have known you’d be
The kind of man
I’ve always wanted to be proud of
My father used to yell like thunder
So I hid from rain
I’m still afraid of fireworks
My brother
He’s a great guy
But we run like parallel lines
13 years apart
As close as we’re ever going to get
You taught me how to find the sun with angles
You hang tightropes from shadows
And attach them to the moon
You bend my Insight
You see dimensions in atmosphere
Lines
Connections
The primary
How we all come back
To one
Our silence is beautiful
Our music is therapy
Our words are communal
And our worries
Are gently tended
We touch like stitching wounds
I’m healing
My mother
Didn’t let anyone else hold me
For a long time
After I was born
For me
In the ways I am like her
It’s hard to imagine
Another hand that could be a cradle
One day
I want you to hold my son
Carry my daughter
I want them to know the man
I first called a hero
Things That Have Happened Since
Posted by F in Uncategorized on May 11, 2012
I went back to him the week of your funeral
Because I knew I wouldn’t have to explain myself.
I got the tattoo of your mandala on my ribs
Because it’s closest to my heart, without touching the breast you lost.
I almost put it on my hip so you could be the first to see my children
But I got selfish
And didn’t want your memory to get caught up in the stretch marks.
I read your journals, even when you told me not to.
I didn’t realize they’d be filled with all the yelling you never did in front of me.
I didn’t know there was so much to protect me from.
I’m sorry we opened fortune cookies without you the night you were too fragile to get up for your chinese food
Your picture is the background on my computer
I tell everyone about you as a cellist- a professional.
Your days in the Hartford symphony, the trio that accompanied couples down the aisle, and concerts
Why you had so many flowing black dresses
Before you had me.
I started having sex two years after you said I could.
I dreamed of rows of trees the night after
A walk with you
Lilacs like the ones we spent four days planting by the kitchen windows
But full grown this time.
There are days that I close my eyes and pretend the wind is your hand on my cheek
There are days I wear lavender oil like your wedding wreath under my wrists
Waiting to fall in love
Or fall asleep.
I never went on “the pill” because it increases my chances of getting cancer by 63 percent
It’s the only way I’ve ever not wanted to be like you
My friends say I’m going to be a great mom.
Dad fell in love again,
He doesn’t treat her any better.
Kira thinks she’s found the one even though she’s sixteen
I smile when she says it because I think you would believe in her that way
I write poetry now.
I stand in front of hundreds of people
And tell them about you
About me
About things I believe in
Things that I am brave enough to stand up for
It’s the closest I’ve come to being your kind of fighter.
I was hoping you would give me a sign
When I asked for a rainbow.
Instead I slept with a professor.
Partially because you did
and partially because you told me not to.
He wasn’t my professor.
And I’m not so attached.
I cry every time I hear a string section
Or see one of your students with sheet music.
Jesse died
You once said he would
He was twenty one.
I cried for you at his service
Like he cried for me at yours.
I never got to thank him.
Instead he kissed me
On one of those nights that feel like it will last forever
I know you smoked away half your chemo
So please don’t disapprove when I tell you
That night with Jesse the pain and weight
Lifted from my chest in silver strands
We pressed our own clouds against the stars
And we stayed warm and naked and laughing
Until the sun came up.
I haven’t taken a dance class since you drove me.
I fell in love with a frying pan because standing next to the stove
Makes it easier to picture my feet in your footprints.
You used to post quotes about family
In the places you saw the most often
And though the paper is peeling,
I won’t touch the dashboard you marked.
I haven’t used the dry erase boards since you wrote my cell phone number
Tightly looped in aqua green.