just the other day
i was annoyed with my ass
even as i attempted to make peace with it
...as i do with any offending body part
or blemish.
during this latest
spontaneous reconstruction,
it's shifted, somehow. lost mass.
not quite as high, i don't think
or full
for whatever reason...
never mind that
my hips remain wide as ever.
i take solace
in the pleasantly consistent jump
of my waistbeads
in motion,
but little else.
just as i'm wondering
what soul food miracle
will give me my booty back,
i happen to see him.
in greeting,
he playfully pinches
my disappointing ass
later, he kneads it
with both hands
and an appreciative exhale...
girl...mmm...
apparently he hasn't noticed
all these flaws
which makes me smile...
succumbing to sensation,
i file away my grievances
{for now}
and relax into his busy palms,
welcoming a smiling kiss.
5.13.2010
5.12.2010
egun
the ancestors are close...whispering, nudging, laughing, playing...
i am, all at once, grateful and curious about what they have to share with me...my great grandmother, especially.
i only know her through photos and my mother's stories, although my great aunt looks a lot like her. she was gone a full 15 years or so before i entered the world.
to me, she's been a sweet presence with a wind-chime laugh, smiling through dreams and waking visions. and it seems she is part of the crew ushering me into this next phase of life.
it's her recipe my mother uses for the christmas rolls. although they're always delicious, she says they never come out quite like nanny's.
she helped with my biscuits last night. they're delicious. i will remember the technique.
afterwards, i wondered how often she'd guided me around the kitchen...if her chicken-raising in the basement somehow girded my spirit against squeamishness during sacrifice.
her presence reminds me of the long absence of her oldest daughter - my grandmother. she has been on the other side nearly 30 years now, but it feels like she never really left me.
i knew her briefly. my only memory is of hands the color of old ivory - hands i apparently share, albeit in a deeper caramel - and snatches of a voice. i do not remember the distinctive laugh my mother says she is slowly forgetting.
maybe if i mix her favorite drink, she'll whisper a hello...
i am, all at once, grateful and curious about what they have to share with me...my great grandmother, especially.
i only know her through photos and my mother's stories, although my great aunt looks a lot like her. she was gone a full 15 years or so before i entered the world.
to me, she's been a sweet presence with a wind-chime laugh, smiling through dreams and waking visions. and it seems she is part of the crew ushering me into this next phase of life.
it's her recipe my mother uses for the christmas rolls. although they're always delicious, she says they never come out quite like nanny's.
she helped with my biscuits last night. they're delicious. i will remember the technique.
afterwards, i wondered how often she'd guided me around the kitchen...if her chicken-raising in the basement somehow girded my spirit against squeamishness during sacrifice.
her presence reminds me of the long absence of her oldest daughter - my grandmother. she has been on the other side nearly 30 years now, but it feels like she never really left me.
i knew her briefly. my only memory is of hands the color of old ivory - hands i apparently share, albeit in a deeper caramel - and snatches of a voice. i do not remember the distinctive laugh my mother says she is slowly forgetting.
maybe if i mix her favorite drink, she'll whisper a hello...
5.08.2010
girl talk {a monologue}
{TRIGGER WARNING - the piece that follows contains descriptions of sexual coercion, harsh language.}
5.04.2010
5.02.2010
The Day the Sun Spoke
Did you know the Sun spoke for a day? It's true!
One day, Mama decided people must want noise everywhere, all the time.
In the cities, there were few places left for quiet, and more space for noise was being cleared all the time. Nearly everyone was running to the cities anyway. So, She decided to give the elements voices.
One day, Mama decided people must want noise everywhere, all the time.
In the cities, there were few places left for quiet, and more space for noise was being cleared all the time. Nearly everyone was running to the cities anyway. So, She decided to give the elements voices.
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