3/30 - after Traci Brimhall
Say my body is a kite.
Tie a string to the end of me and let me go
just not forever
let me travel and travail and wind-skip and jump and lay on the breeze without you
Let me do so many of the things partnered women aren't "supposed to"
(shy of the things that would make you insecure about us)
know I will come back
keep us safe.
at night lets retire to different bedrooms sleep
sprawled out on kings and queens alone
most might think this crazy
but maybe this is what happens after years of suffocating partnerships, so you
be there and I'll be here and lets just be us
I will make breakfast on weekend mornings after being awake too long for most
but you would like it anyway because you were busy too
or not worried too much about bacon and eggs
(or at least not much about the eggs)
(and there is coffee on anyway)
and i can slide off the bright red and foreign blanket of my bed, down to the floor
like a fish
as if this were normal
and you would think, 'oh there goes my weird girlfriend
just being a fish'
and not think anything else of it.
No, I'm not doing yoga.
i'm just fishing. In my bedroom. On/Off the bed.
One day, we will have a hot tub that we both love.
and I will often make it smell like jasmine
and you will be annoyed because this means we need to clean it
but you will
because: jasmine is a thing that i love
and because scent is the closest sense to emotion
and because love and because earth and because we built this, because here
with out own two weird hands
because sometimes you sleep on the porch because you love the rain
and you love outside like i love jasmine
and i think your outside sleeping is weird because: bugs.
and you think my jasmine in the hot tub is weird because: gross.
but i still make breakfast a little late in the morning
and you still aren't mad about that.