It felt as if all of heaven and earth came crashing down and sitting up all around me
As I lay on the ground
Back to the earth and arms outstretched with palms up.
I am scared.
So this is who I am now.
Ice. On weekend nights. Stumbling after the sundown.
I remember an evening in late October, a song floating around a white garage, still touched by summers clinging vines of familiarity. I didn’t want to move on. Complacency, an unexpected knife to my throat.
It was both rare and not so rare. I forced my sister into posing for a film portrait, sitting in the backyard, I fancy myself more than I am. A body that is bigger and made of stars and thunderheads boiling along the edge of green prairie.
And here I am again. Fading.
Your gaze. It made me feel like I was worth looking at.
Is it so wrong to be all tied up like this? Or am I just telling myself that because somehow- that night and that hope but also the distance in an October almost three years ago, it all ties into now. The faces and the feelings. A tenderness, a newness, but also, the strongest penchant for leaving ever felt. Again and again and again.
I look back into the colors and see my life peppered with the twisting of my leaving, again and again and again. Freedom, I say. I like being free.
(But is it maybe fear I'm not trying to address here?)
Why? Are some days made so easily for leaving but other days I am all tied up.
Because except for the soft moments when falling asleep or waking, that’s what you feel like.
Tied up.
Staying and leaving. Tugging, pulling, sitting.
My heart in my hands. It belongs to me, fully.
Normally tucked away where few have seen (but it does belong to me),
It’s funny
however
don’t know why I keep showing it to you.
