How To Speak Your Truth

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺” -𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶 First, you must find it within yourself— the truth— which will be like pulling a thousand weeds to reveal a single perennial flower. Then you will need to sit beside it long enough to know its roots are sturdy and long— that it can withstand theContinue reading “How To Speak Your Truth”

This is the Future Without You

Eveninghas come againand I am awayin another worldspending the nightunder a cherry treewith trembling leavesin a tent for one.Another day has passed,has come to an end,has been full of almostbut not quiteeverything I loveabout being alive.

Handicap

Maybe it means somethingthat a wood froginsignificantsmallwas the whole focus of a mansorryhorrifiedfor a very long timeafter his chore with the weedertook out one tiny eyeleft half-blinda creature he looked for every daya creature he created a habitat foror maybe it means nothingexcept man cannot helpbut hurtalmost everything he lovesin some small way. DeMaris5-14-22

Pattern of Freeze and Thaw

Another springblooms greenin that space between blue skyand brown soil,which is like a lessonsome of us must learnagain and again—that something like happinesswill come,stay a while—and maybe that happinesswill have warm handsand a sunshine smile—still,no matter how good it feelsto grow and expand,to encompassone singular beauty—we are the thorns,the hurt things,the cuttable rose, already cut,ever-fixedContinue reading “Pattern of Freeze and Thaw”

I Still Feel It

A little differently. A little less. This is how I love you now— now that time has made a fool of us, of me, of you, you, who loved me as completely as I loved you— but you couldn’t find a way to undo unravel untangle the bramble of every choice you made before yourContinue reading “I Still Feel It”

Saturday Night Party Game

Couples, singles, friends— an old house immersed in soft music without voice. It is the season of sweaters of fires in fireplaces of colorful wines in long-stemmed glasses small squares of cheese on round crackers olives that taste like you’re in fine company— a group of respectable achievers you admire for reaching the top withContinue reading “Saturday Night Party Game”

I Still Use You

Every time, I use you— the memory of your face, your body, the way you felt inside me— I use the template we cut from our encounters to turn my hands into your hands— to feel what no one else has since felt. I close my eyes so I can see you above me smilingContinue reading “I Still Use You”

I Was Right

When we were we— in love so deep we couldn’t see a way out, I would memorize the way your chest felt beneath my hand, the way your neck contoured my breath— the warmth of love settling into permanence. I knew, in those moments, everything the world had to teach me. I knew nothing wouldContinue reading “I Was Right”

Exchange

For peace, she is willing to take a pill every day that will take away her pleasures her poetry her creativity because it will also take away want and wish and turn love into something benign, undesired— something she used to be capable of. DeMaris 3-10-2022