Each summer night, I run.
Chasing or being chased by the sun.
Your name bittersweet, burned on my tongue.
You’re the reason that it’s numb.
Your fingers buried deep in new-growth, coiled tightly around tightly coiled hair.
My fingers tracing your veins like a map of Motown.
I run my palms across Woodward and Grand River, from the backside of each Palm to the bend of each elbow.
I rub my feet on your stomach and I feel the warmth of your spirit churning beneath your skin. It melts me and I blend seamlessly into you so much that you are more me than I am some mornings… But tonight I’m running.
The murder of the sun leaves blood across the sky and I lie with you to mourn every night. I run because whatever sought the sun may conquer me in this darkness, in this abyss. The moon rises victorious, triumphant every evening to sulk in shame at her return everyday.
We’ve seen many moons, you and I, haven’t we? We’ve seen the leaves swept from trees in autumn; the buds break the surface in spring; the grass burn in summer; and snow lay earth to rest in the wintertime.
We watch the slain sun rise to reclaim the kingdom. A new beginning to love, to prevail. And you lace me up so I can run again.
Today, my boyfriend went to the drug store voluntarily to get me some more pads and tampons.
I had to hug him for that one. Baby, you’re awesome.
I’m always so conflicted
So “right lane, left turn”
So relentless and red and random.
So embarassed for the actions of others.
So eager to look cool, to be smooth and easy like English.
I’m always so under
So breezy and fickle
And alone even with you touching me
So impatient and passionate about everything, everyday.
So manic and high strung and long winded and pretentious.
And I am not sure how you deal.
But you deal.
And that’s why I love you so much.
My greenhouse! I spent all day putting this thing together. I got all my lil veggies and fruits in there: my watermelon, my tomatoes, my strawberries, my and my mom’s lettuce, greens, and peppers. I’m so excited!
On some days, I can’t get enough chance.