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Welcome Interruptions

Most days all I wish
for is errands with my
mother—for her asking if
I like the plaid curtains
or the floral curtains and then
buying the ones I choose,
and taking me to the dentist
afterward, where my name is
called out to an entire waiting
room and I stand up and say,
“Yes, that is me.”


Frame of Time

Between the midnight minutes
I suck on the ends of my hair
and rub my feet together
to feel the stubble scratch at
my ankles and scabs lick
at dry skin that I
should have taken better
care to lotion.

Between 3 and 4 in
the afternoon I finally pull
the sand deposits from my eyes
left from last night’s cry
and ponder a second
coffee from across the street
but just decide to yawn instead.

Between 6 and 7 in
the morning I have dreams of
giving birth to twins and then
there’s a knock at the door and
the delivery room nurse is there
telling me it was really triplets.
They forgot one and left it in.

Between 10 and 11 at
night I kiss you goodbye
with promises of sleep but
I pick at the dead parts of my
lip and open a book and the
fridge and the wine and wait for
the humming in my head to
finally turn to words.

These tiny events, so
tiny they don’t attach to
any one minute, could
draw a line through time with
you on one side and me on
the other, wondering if I should
fold them away neatly like a
favorite sweater that fits no
longer or keep them in a drawer
close by to pull out and look
at from time to time.

But either way
I’ll pass my days
with no one ever
having seen
the me that lives
in the in between.


roseaposey:

"Judgments"I took this last year, but in retrospect, I think it’s my strongest piece from high school.
Working on this project really made me examine my own opinions, preconceptions and prejudices about “slutty” women and women who choose to cover all of their skin alike. I used to assume that all women who wore Hijabs were being oppressed, slut-shame, and look down on and judge any woman who didn’t express her sexuality in a way that I found appropriate.
I’d like to think I’m more open now.

This is perfect. It’s makes visible something far too many people have trouble seeing.

roseaposey:

"Judgments"

I took this last year, but in retrospect, I think it’s my strongest piece from high school.

Working on this project really made me examine my own opinions, preconceptions and prejudices about “slutty” women and women who choose to cover all of their skin alike. I used to assume that all women who wore Hijabs were being oppressed, slut-shame, and look down on and judge any woman who didn’t express her sexuality in a way that found appropriate.

I’d like to think I’m more open now.

This is perfect. It’s makes visible something far too many people have trouble seeing.


My 25th is right around the corner! and this would be awesome…

My 25th is right around the corner! and this would be awesome…


My boyfriend is sending back this envelop to our alma mater. It came with a letter asking for donations. He’s nowhere near finished paying off his students loans, an unfortunate reality for far too many people these days. And yet the education business still wants more money.

My boyfriend is sending back this envelop to our alma mater. It came with a letter asking for donations. He’s nowhere near finished paying off his students loans, an unfortunate reality for far too many people these days. And yet the education business still wants more money.




virdjinn:

evillisa:

digitintheremisterspock:

thoughtsupnorth:

reaill:

nyoommm

this penguin makes me feel better

nyoommm

I like penguin.



Stop it. Stop it. Oh.my.god.

virdjinn:

evillisa:

digitintheremisterspock:

thoughtsupnorth:

reaill:

nyoommm

this penguin makes me feel better

nyoommm

I like penguin.

image

Stop it. Stop it. Oh.my.god.

(via story-dj)