leaves fell off maples
i jumped in the damp and grew up into a small dog we looked at the stars who took me across country me the always new girl too many men bought me too many drinks the haunting night called me into its bars and my lungs filled with water, clutching iron he took me away in a van i discovered the weight of my cranium and feared i'd go off a cliff finding the moon, lassoing it, i saw the you glow in its spotlight and pined closer i got off the love train for a while and found my breath stuck in my sternum i stayed too too long in the bathtub i found hope in sweaters we found places speaking to us and spoke back singing i took a lot of classes i fell from security the way i wrote got faster sharper i found relief in mossy woods i felt temperatures rise in my face i looked up and saw you thanks for being t/here
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
February 2021
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