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The Third Trimester

nestled in snug as a pug who’s unwilling to move and uninterested in rewriting the day Just fruit smoothies with spinach will do I don’t wish to handle much else right now -Saschia puzzle me this…

here are the parts some broken some whole and worthwhile others timeless but when hung together it becomes a symphony a novel a coming to that can be revealed in no other way -Saschia Another poem? Step

Moments of Desire

Why do I have to want it so bad it scares me to try I wish I could calmly face my desires no matter how large They say shoot for the moon but I tend to shoot for the sky I’m definitely a toe dipper -Saschia Step

Where

Days grow Nights shrink as I adjust my legs There is a place here for me Awake not in some dreamy state Grounded not drifting -Saschia

Elsewhere

The distractions are monstrous the drive to replace the mask of positivity and the plague of territorial jealousy like a jack in the box I never wound but I love when it rains and I love when you show your true face the rugged one the one you’ve hidden in your arm pit insisting itContinue reading “Elsewhere”

Caged from Words

I pace back and forth like a caged animal waiting for a stray hand and an unsuspecting little one Maybe just one time they won’t pay attention and I can slip them between the bars Some eye me down and to show them who’s boss I lick my lips and then theirs and then my ownContinue reading “Caged from Words”

Doors

Derrida, Deconstruction & Of Grammatology

Artists

The road winds in a manner that seems as if I keep walking in circles but there are very subtle differences differences only a curious person would notice like the flowers are a different shade of blue or the bugs are crawling on their backs rather than their bellies Makers of art wander on andContinue reading “Artists”

Little purple person

Who are you when you’re not looking, when that sweat is dripping from your brow When your feet are up on the couch. Can you define yourself? Not your hobbies or your top responsibilities, but who you are, those spaces, between your out-right maddening choices? “I’m a little purple person,” it whispered in my ear. “IContinue reading “Little purple person”

Propped upright

Upright because I can breath no other way Propped like a doll in a pillow shop placed snug between designer pillows Except I’m no designer item Just a prop A comfort a symbol of home I am home between the pillows not because of the pillows I’m home because the stuff inside me the stuffContinue reading “Propped upright”