Hug a Disco Ball

Filling every crevice

Sticking to every surface

Like a college dorm room after Halloween

Or a pop stars world tour

Trauma can feel like being dipped in glitter

You become a novelty

Like gays to Fire Island

They'll go for a fun summer weekend

But sure as hell aren't toughing it out in the bitter cold in the Atlantic

Trauma is mesmerizing

But everyone stays at arms length

Terrified of being contaminated

And the thing is if they get to close it will rub off

They'll be finding flecks of sparkle forever

But maybe it's worth it

Hugging a disco ball

Only Beginnings

I used to love reading the NYC Craigslist Missed Connections.

I am an anthropologist after all.

I love that these blurbs of a moment are the beginnings of a story.

You were wearing black cut off's and chastising a man in a suit outside of the Mysterious Bookshop, we made eye contact as I passed by. I was wearing a white tee with no bra.

You were reading The Farmer's Almanac on the number 6 uptown at rush hour I was staring at you from behind a dog eared copy of Watch Your Mouth.

Brunette walking through Tompkins Square Park with a duck on a leash. I regret not coming up to you.

The boundless possibilities. The wonderment.

The way someone dressed, talked, carried themselves.

A split second of eye contact and a fire was lit.

The sheer desire for human connection.

Companionship, Relationship, Love.

Sitting in the excitement of opportunity can be both freeing and paralyzing.

Is a crush more exciting than an actual relationship? Is the anxiousness of not knowing easier to stomach than being turned down?

Sometimes I'd rather ruminate in what could be than wallow in what can not be.

Harvested

On a day like today

A point in the cycle

Balance of light and dark

A moment of reflection

For gratitude and gathering

My existence feels unfair

A stark reminder control is an illusion

There is no karma, or justice, or balancing

We don't reap what we sow

We take what we are given

Live with what we have

More than, Less than

No equity or justice

The scales are falling over

I am a shattered reflection of existence