Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Unaccomplished Woman

Do nothing.

Not only nothing, but be unproductive. Even that is too much. Abandon guilt & revel in the now. 

Don't follow a perceived suggestion based on outside impact. Do your own thing, which is no thing. No time to please. Please yourself. Be yourself. Free yourself from spectral speakers crying disproval in your mind. Ignore them. Carry on with tenacious listlessness & list-less-ness. There is no to-do today. Be peacefully reposed in unemployment. Nada, zip, zilch—these are my purpose-free trilogy. Dear Self, please accept this afternoon nap as demonstration of my veneration. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015


I said it the wrong way yesterday. All is impermanent, I said. What a simple platitude. It was a wall, a fence to guard my heart. My feelings are far more nuanced. I cannot possess you, neither can you do likewise to me. Of course, no one knows what the future holds. Life decisions are weighted in the certainty of the unknown-but-hoped-for. I feel balanced by your presence in my life. I would not give up the pleasure of your fucking lovely, ridiculous, handsome company without severe reason. I like you. I lust you. I love you. I'm here, with every reason to stay.