Good morning, evening, snowfall, sun spill, wherever you are.
I am in the coddle of a cotton bed, with a head full of elsewhere. My wisdom teeth are causing me to be buckled to pillows, water, pills, and daydreams. I want to be on a sailboat or sleeping in the marrow of a mountain. I close elephantine eyelids, while woodpeckers burrow pockets of trouble. When I am well enough to relish the good moments, I surely will. Our able bodies are precious, remember that.
It's taken me four days to dream up this post. Too often, I've been shut-eyed, waiting for heavens to return. As I've been wandering through the air of my fever, I've been quietly collecting vowel chimes. Whenever I am a barnacle to my bed, I romance with the brain's dictionary. Suddenly, as my skin feels bruised, and my belly feels broken, I am alive with words. More alive than before.
Words sooth the wounds of living. If I wasn't pregnant with poems, and language, I'd be witless, and mad.
or I'd be a boxer, or something.
Before I was welcomed to the kingdom of foolish teeth, I took these pictures. Milky clouds of bloodless stain poured onto the hills, the valleys, the rooftops, and the concrete. The first snowfall is always a mix of festivity and melancholic feelings. Festive, because nature brings curiosity in the form of snowballs. The white pigment covers the barren land, like a painting. This is beauty. Melancholic, because the nights are no longer transparent, and bare skin can no longer kiss Summer's bloom. I am choosing to be festive, even though it's already melted by the time I wrote to you.
The dentist tomorrow. No more misery... Hoping to return to you soon! (a giveaway is coming!)
Kisses !!
what i wore* white blouse- mom's closet (thrift store)wedges- ALDO $40polka dotted skirt- joe fresh superstore $6