a paper on the ins and outs

<span><p>writing. is it sane?</p><p>is it good?</p><br /><p>putting something down</p><br /><p>picking up</p><p>where we left off</p><br /><p>a million ways to see it</p><br /><p>now, moving less, less</p><p>time</p><br /><p>now</p><p>returning</p></span>

Prospect Park

Limiting belief:

I don't deserve love

Reframe:
Sometimes the sunlight is sharpest 

when colors are flat and dull

The pond and grass pierce my heart 

because they are all in green,

nothing standing out over the other 

and it makes me gasp

My breath goes out into it

the green-yellow

My skin the same

non-color as the pond

It's that light could be so different everyday

That this once has never been described

And never will be again

What I See

Justice

Is not something

you disagree with strongly

but

Anger is something you disagree with

Strongly but

Not bodily but

Habitually because

Of fear of loss

Of violence because

Of injustice

Done to you

Abolition

We are giving over our secrets
Our secrets that protect us

Handing out our morals
The morals that will save us

To avoid each other
We hail the secret saviors

Without us
Will whisper in our absence
Life is precious,
life is precious

Baby

Is your heart heavy?
I'm internal
Right now
I'm under the garden
Burrowed
Under the covers
Letting it all go

Baby
Is your mind racing?
I'm beside you
This time
Out in the open
Patient
Covered in quiet
Letting my love grow

Texas

Fighting with you
About feminism
On the cactus hill

You think it's a question
Of morals
It's not

Morality
Is a different arc

The sun is low
With scraggly branches
Constructs a golden path

On the brush
That is beautiful
That we can agree on

Contact

I want to pick the whole thing up
And throw it at the wall.
Like the carcass of an unhatched bird
Big enough to fit the bow of both my arms
Throw it at the wall