the arc of my back bridges the sky and the thing below it
my body holds my own suffering in it and blends with the tributaries that flow so constant and fresh into my head
i dig my hands into the tree and it stretches up into my leafy fingertips
i spread my arms in the soil and the carpet ripples above with my sigh
my eye feeds the plants and fauna with enriching summer gaze
the puddles are my pooling sweat from creative effort
grass blades are the hairs on the back of my neck
they sweep in the wind of my breath and the dew is my morning tears placed on needle point
Vivid memories written in blue ink
A late teenage me I rarely dwell on
for fear of slipping too far into February
and my memories of false worthlessness constructed.
I am canvas skin stretched over ivory frame.
I am the viscous liquids that fill me up.
Thank you, for having a big nose
Because when I was little with a big nose
I liked to see women with big noses
So I could say, she’s got a nose like me
And feel free to have my big nose.
culmination of brown liquid
creates body and substance
half in, half out of the water
benevolent extension into earthy waters
stretching rolling shoulder soil
via Photo Challenge: Delta
oh look, pores i didn’t know i had
now i must make a habit of emptying them with the bins