it is now: when my strength is needed most, among the disenfranchised, among those who will struggle alone. it is my privilege to be an expatriate and make a magnetically resonant living, but it is my duty to remain at home and make my living supporting others so that they may enjoy the privileges that i am free to choose or not.
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Twelve
when i was twelve,
i wanted to read
about someone like me.
and when i was sixteen,
no one could see the me in she,
because we were too old, i guess.
but the we of me was real to me,
and i recalled what they would not
about coming to that age.
it makes me wonder
if frances would remember
by the age of sixteen,
that she once was f. jasmine,
or would she forget all she was
when she was twelve?
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has it rained (in twelve years)
the rain’s voice is haunting
as i need it to be.
the sound curves around me
as my breath shortens.
the heavy weight lifts off my chest
as i ascend to the clouds.
the air thins.
i must be weightless.
i can’t breathe (in this room)
as i borrow time (for me).
i feel my lips dehydrate
as i gape silently for forty.
i grab my hair by the fistful
as my mate returns (and stares, i’m sure).
i could be in heaven.
i must be weightless.
this rain is made of
passion that melts my ears.
i must be weightless.
i am
i am
i am.