Probity

I see you,
Your probity beaming bright on my lack thereof.
Slapping the lies I’ve ingested and built as my own.
I’ve temporarily pleased off the pain of others,
Only to be left starving and alone.
Don’t be distracted by those that mistake your presence for impairment,
Because we need you and I see you.
And although at my most weak moments I continue to mistreat and misjudge the traces of your decency,
I needn’t feed the same poison to others simply because it was fed to me.

Please Stay

Light peeking through the curtains, ⁣
I smile with a sigh of relief.⁣
Today, I can see you,⁣
I even went to the roof to admire your rise.⁣
Making up for all the days your presence fails to penetrate my pit,⁣
Not today, I can see you sun,⁣
I mean really see you.⁣
Please, please stay.⁣

Soul Retrieval

Contemptuously conditioned to stuff extremely complicated subjects ⁣
into tiny boxes.⁣
Hoarding what’s ours and hissing at anyone who questions,⁣
No, threatens!⁣
I don’t believe that some are tougher than others.⁣
Sensitivity is the nature of our species,⁣
Some of us are just better liars,⁣
Cloaking ourselves in more acceptable emotions like ⁣
indifference, anger, annoyance.⁣
Because most of us have souls that fled somewhere in the early chaos,⁣
Leaving our hearts exposed to whatever change of wind life decides to blow.

Oaxaca, Mexico

Poker Face

“Are you stressed?” She folded her arms in concern.⁣
I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”⁣
We both looked down at my nails bitten and bloody and then back at each other,⁣
Silence.⁣
The creases of my mouth began to lift and ⁣
I smiled for the first time in days.⁣

Dethaw

It’s true that the body keeps count,
And in this moment I was reminded.
I was taught that lesson of how deep it efforts to keep us safe from what we can’t bare.
And I suppose in this moment,
Alone in the middle of Thailand, 
While being massaged by a sweet stranger, 
It was time to face the void.
Silent and stiff, I watched the buried scenes of the seizure of me.
And just as the heart pumps blood out and through every vein,
I saw the poison of this event inject itself into my most innocent and hopeful powers.
This is dissociation.
What is time to healing? 
It simply doesn’t conform to our impossible standards.
Because trauma has the ability to bend time, jumping forwards and backwards.
I have to remind myself that there’s no limit to healing.
There’s no magical pill or retreat or shaman that can McFix the complexities of our pain.  
And the delays that seem long and overplayed are merely it’s premeditated punctuality.
I have to remind myself that this feeling,
this dethawing,
although at times uncomfortable,
is a hell of a lot better than the paralysis. 

Anonymous

⁣A perfect day,⁣
Almost.⁣

⁣Perfect for me,⁣
When I’m reminded perfection is false,⁣

I’m reminded that I have feeling,⁣
that stretches further than myself.⁣

⁣And just as my day marked a new beginning, I saw an unapologetic period stamped on yours.⁣

⁣Because nothing feels as real as seeing your strange, lifeless body covered by a sheet,⁣
And nothing feels less perfect than knowing your delicate spirit had to drift from the pavement of a lonely street.⁣

Table for One

When the lights dim and the noise fades,
And your juggling that fine line of loving yourself
and thinking you’re better than others.

When all the other soldiers have gone home, 
And your about to pour that drink, turn on that show, take that hit,

Remember,
Sometimes the only person left to battle is yourself.

Bandera, TX 2019

Whimsy

What a beautiful line you balance.
Taking in the world with grace,
Gaining so much wisdom from being quiet, observant, stoic,
Only to turn around and flip all that is stiff and serious, 
a jungle gym for your pleasure.
Living between both worlds,
Never hardening, only receiving.
Softening at the perfect moments and finding room in the heaviest.

Art by Teresa Moralez

Monsoon

I wanted the wind before the storm, it was always my favorite,

So I created the wind.

I let it rage and let it roam through each part, picking up dust and throwing it through the old lead windows.

How easy I think as it moves effortlessly through and out of the house I swore I would never revisit.

Just as I secure my weak thought a monsoon travels back in and the windows slam shut.

For hours I pace, I cough, I crawl, I beg for fresh air until I finally close my eyes and surrender.

The circulation stops and the dirt settles lightly to my concede and I can’t remember the last time I felt this calm.